I hear your engine
It cuts right through me
I wish for sparing moments
To build an illusion,
Build an illusion
Help me out when it’s over
Violate, then erase it
The land is bare now
All empty spaces
There is no purer form than
The snow covered hillside,
Snow covered hillside
Far from me
Can’t explain it, explain it
Help me out
When it’s over, it’s over
Violate
Then erase it, erase it
Open eyes
Lasts a long time, a long time