Running down

Hundreds of pretty horses

sliding down

to the snowy hill

Running down

along a filthy road

Surrounding me

Thousands of broken mirrors

spinning around

shinning spinning around Surrounding me

with your arms and your warmth

When clouds lifted

chase up the stars

I can still hear the sound

When clouds lifted

falling for you

Echoes

Running down

Hundreds of pretty horses

sliding down

to the snowy hill

Running down

along a filthy road

Surrounding me

Thousands of broken mirrors

spinning around

shinning spinning around Surrounding me

with your arms and your warmth

When clouds lifted

chase up the stars

I can still hear the sound

When clouds lifted

falling for you

Echoes

When clouds lifted

chase up the stars

I can still hear the sound

When clouds lifted

falling for you

Echoes

This whiteness drowns me

whiteness burns me

This whiteness drowns me

whiteness burns me

This whiteness drowns me

whiteness burns me

This whiteness drowns me burns me