He was in love 

with the smell of the snow in the air,

and the wind in his hair

He fell for the drifts and the ice

He wanted to spend his days on the run 

never knowing where he's going 

he was going, going, gone

and when the snow melted,

well.. he never was the same.

it took a piece of him with it,

and in his heart the cold will stay

he was a boy

then a man

but only 'cause he had to be,

but in the cold he never grew old,

as his soul was frozen sweetly

ive never seen a man

as pure as he who

walked the snowdrifts,

the only thing that 

could thaw him out

was the coldest winter night.

always chasing happy endings, 

blessed by winter's light