Searching through snow

For the javelin I had not

Meant to throw right at you

For if it had hit its mark

There'd be blood in the place where you stood

It's a terrible thought to have and hold

It's a terrible thought to have and hold

So here we stand in the dark

My eyes travelling to the spot

Where you'd thrown yourself over the rocks

For if you'd not been so fast

There'd be blood in the place where you stood

It's a terrible thought to have and hold

It's a terrible thought to have and hold

It's a terrible thought to have and hold