I see the pattern in the snow
I watch it change
I watch you go
You walk over this barren land
You crush the ice –
The castles of this bleached white sand
Everything we tried to build
You seem forgetful of the cost
But then again
All we ever really built
Is a home –
This home of frost.
Waiting to be torn by wind
Waiting for the snow to rescind
Waiting to see you leave and then,
It’s never long, you’re back at it again
Forgetful, forgotten
Forgetting the cost,
Shouldn’t have made homes of frost.
You’ll do it again
You’ve done it before
Everything you promised for
All is gone – there’s nothing left
There’s nothing left here anymore.