Fell asleep at the top of the tower
I was there for a half an hour
There was snow on the ground
And the trees looked white
I can never feel my hands anymore

All along the courtyard gates
Writing letters on the graves
Fell asleep at the top of the tower
I was there for a half an hour
There was snow in your hair
And your eyes looked wide
I can never be surprised anymore

Watching people falling down
Oh it's nice here underground
Tell me what you think about me
I wonder what you think about me