Your hand is yet so warm and it's
cooling mine,
and I'm thinking of what you said today.
Your lips are glowing pale,
inside your eyes I see someone new,
and that's when I know I belong to you.

And you know how perfect it is,
the picture's frozen in bright snow.

Tonight the winter's here and he
smiles at you,
'cause he knows how it feels to be alone.
And the final five-six steps of your
final journey takes a hold
of me who never will grow old.

And you know how perfect it is,
the picture's frozen in bright snow.

I took a photo of you,
I didn't know what to do.
I put it down in the snow,
just to make it all glow.
We're frozen now.

I think it's snowing again.
I think it's snowing again.