Thaw 가사

Morning blooms, purple skies descend The candles burning, burning at both ends I feel I am the shepherd Falling snow or is it frozen ash Steadily squalls like the dripping wax Looking for his sheep An ill, faded tundra greets my sight My world of color now hopelessly white I may as well be blind An ignorant quest I can't take any longer A conscious famine driven by the hunger A fuel for the flame Just to get me through this Call me a glutton But I starve for a purpose Hard to have direction In this dry sea of waste When there's no rose To guide me on my way Instead I stare out for a beacon An icon of hope to appear in the distance The omen, to see The omen, to believe The omen, a sign that my life has meaning I await and gaze And still there's no prophecy Blind, finally I behold...