How I Remember Sleepless Nights
When We Would Read By Candlelight,
And On The Windowpane Outside
A New World Made Of Snow;

A Million Feathers Falling Down,
A Million Stars That Touch The Ground,
So Many Secrets To Be Found
Amid The Falling Snow.

Maybe I Am Falling Down.
Tell Me Should I Touch The Ground?
Maybe I Won't Make A Sound
In The Darkness All Around.

The Silence Of A Winter's Night
Brings Memories I Hold Inside;
Remembering A Blue Moonlight
Upon The Fallen Snow.

Maybe I Am Falling Down.
Tell Me Should I Touch The Ground?
Maybe I Won't Make Sound
In The Darkness All Around.

I Close My Window To The Night.
I Leave The Sky Her Tears Of White.
And All Is Lit By Candlelight
Amid The Falling Snow.