Carmine red as the cheeks on the girls
On frosted lakes making ice-skater-whirls
We like that the nights here are blacker than coal
I like you but I'm scared of your coldness

Give me a sigh
I can't find out alone
Give me a hand
I can't stand on my own

We're walking on thin ice
My heart's in the wrong side, the right side

Naked trees wave at me from the hills
Ice-cold breezes are giving me chills
Short days
Confidence sneaks indoors
Can't read you – do want me no more?

Give me a sign...etc

We're walking on thin ice
My heart's on the right side, the right side...

Listen to the roaring of the storm
Childhood-emptiness in rare form
My heart's in the wrong side of my chest
I'm missing the wrong one, I guess