Static Cold

As in a wintergarden
We're walking on snow
These days are leaves
On the ground
Alone in static cold

Now it's time to drift away
From this vision of myself
In this season of nothing

Now I know what's in my head
Now I'm living this way
In this land of nonsense

And I'm trying to perceive
Something special, something real
While in a mirror you're smiling

You know nothing changes
You know I'll never be the same...