Statics

The air is crystal cold and ground shimmers from the snow
And the silence as we speak make way for all these wires in the sky,
At night their bedroom sets on fire as the streetlights lights outside
Cold, cold, cold, in your arms I find warmth
Warmth, warmth, I don't wanna stay here anymore

The rain turns all our roads into ice and we slip
Because there's no one here to fix this glitch
That continuously appear in front of our eyes,
Eyes, eyes, your eyes are full of lies,
Lies, lies, lies quiet like a corpse

Corpse