I threw a stone
At your window
In the night, when the light had gone
“Why have you come here?
I told you to go”
In the night, when the light had gone

Following footsteps
the snow had already
yielded to my heels
They’re helping me find my way back home

Walking across the fields
Walking across the fields
Walking across the fields
Walking across the fields

And again to that point in the path
Where it spans along the edge of the cliff
And again it seems that the path is obscured
By an infamous, untimely sickness
And though the was is thin at certain spots
I hardly believe the risk
Of slippery slopes and my tendency to slip