And now the cold is here again
it leaves the purity unstained
its bony hands will fixiate
the beauty of the cleanest slate
the figment of the ghost of hate
an argument

chorus
seeds are set on june the second
water falls and sun will feed your crop
harvest hope

and now the water stops its flow
and every creature is moving slow
it deadly breath is not the end
it is a way to breath again
it is a promise heaven sent
an argument