I wish you would speak with your old voice
These cold nights
lack your warm words
That's just something I've observed
But you lack the nerve to break the ice
Guess The Snow Queen loves her paradise
Where it's winter all year
Little robber time is not your playmate
Yet its end is the final frontier
An infinite solitude might be your fate
Since these lines can't be wished away
Still, I can wave from my side
While you roll your eyes
I can wish for the day
When the memories leave you no other choice
But to speak in the tone of your old voice.