ghost are flying in the air
in the air
in the air
spreading snow
all over the world
you are standing there
grabing it in hands
and the fog reach the earth
when the snow melts
and the little creatures
crawling out the sea
looking well today
they don't laying in the sand
they just stand
and stare at you
clicking, poring, falling down
falling down
falling down
splashing on the rocks
soaking it the breath
and you stand there
your hair is wet
and you stand there
i can see you
and the little creatures
all falling asleep
they will leave you now
they will dream
of your face
of your skin
like yesterday