On Most Surfaces

The frost hits me in the eye And wakes me These are blury winters And I cannot see I walk into the white light of the snow When the sun comes I break it with my shadow Which tales me where I go The frost hits me in the eye And wakes me I am the snow falling down on you I tear up your face with my frost And make you run to somewhere warm When I come I see you get away I burst out about your emptyness The frost hits me in the eye And wakes me These are blury winters And I cannot see