The mist is sleeping on the water. And winter is hiding in my heart. Thorns in my eyes are slowing me down. I can't pass through to the other side. She knows I'm the one who sought her. But when we fall, we'll fall so hard. She holds a secret and won't show me how. How to break the riddle in her eyes. This is treason of the mind and soul. There's no reason why you would go. Inside the ghost of love is laughing. It mocks the footsteps where I go. It tells me nothing has been lost. It whispers, "You've seen darkness before." In time the hurting will subside. And longing is overthrown. What's left is a void that grows inside. And the echo of a failure. This is treason of the mind and soul. There's no reason why you would go. Have you ever had the feeling of a sorrow inside? Have you ever been the reason why a hope subsides? Have you ever seen the aftermath of giving up? Have we given up? Is it over? Have you given up? Is winter hiding in your heart?