Words and Music by Brian McCaskil

The Dance of the Icy Wind


Nico

The snapping of the ice along your skin
such a cold feeling,
There's nothing you can do to protect her anymore,
I'm feeling much more than this before

There's something running down your back,
claws tingle as they tap along,
it's more of an icy feeling,
Blues alot colder than you think.

Lead stinging through your vains,
knowing nothing except your pain,
it's clearer now you see,
that it was never yours to be,
Wish you were a little bit warmer,
to me,
just a tiny bit warmer to me.

I can see through,
the darkness of light, I can know more,
than you think can do you with your mind,
free your eyes,
see it with,
nothing left,
to know.