[Verse]
Snow lightly falls from somber orange skies
So sorrowfully
Like the burning flame, and withered snow dances
As it falls into a desolation, a home
And that flame, so sad
Burns in a shadow of melancholy
And it’s so vast beyond distant cries
The leaden enshrouded sky, enshrouded with a pale hope
We won’t be lost
February
Painting the whites along
And the orange tears
Enliving the scarlet
Despair lathers