Cold air, Distant Eastern Glare<br />
A gleam runs in my eye<br />
It feels like nothing<br />
Fresh air, refreshed and then divined<br />
A chill runs down my spine<br />
It feels like nothing<br />
Come to me, out from the glare<br />
You're so adored, you're so adored<br />
Come back to me, out from the glare<br />
You're so adored, you're so adored<br />
That dark, that frozen Distant Glare<br />
Reach straight to me<br />
It feels like nothing<br />
These hands melt then disengage<br />
What is this and that?<br />
It feels like nothing