Cold Fingers, Warm Breath

Good at wasting time
Whether time moves fast or slow
Clocks tick on and on

Mind starts to wander
Yet at the same time stays still
That sort of feeling

Cold fingers, warm breath
The world becomes a pure white
A beautiful sight


I think those bittwersweet things, things that make you smile yet feel a profound sadness at the same time, are the most beautiful things in life.