I hear the hail rain beating your window and roof
Seems that in your little wooden house nothing can scares you
You're so cold and then I keep an eye on your face
Can't say if you're waiting for a kiss or wishing me away
The welcome carpet on the room says
"Sanctuary of luck and happiness"

We weren't used to the good weather approaching
It's fake any reaction of a emotion
Your sickness is my weakness
Your fearless way to go to bed to sleep
What happened to you or maybe happened to me?

And I imagine us together rebuilding this house
Cleaning the floor and painting some walls
Changing the dishes, buying new clothes
Watching the movie you like most
Hiding our body for the cold, cold
Wind touching lovely each other skin
But it's so hard to work hard on this plan
We already thought about it I won't it say it again

Your sadness is my sadness too
This black and white landscape as it used to be
As you, as me
When you fight against yourself it's impossible to win
I hate the smell of this cowardice
Wake up, wake up!

Sometime I'd just like to act with this impulse
Of violence that lives in my heart and mind
I think that it could help us somehow
But