The city is the North Pole
Every mile is knee-deep in snow
It's not nature that is blue
It is her, and him, and you

The glacial indifference
That lingers in your eyes
It is powerful enough
To make the soft snow rough

The sky is no longer coloured
It has faded to a solemn gray
The rain no longer drizzling
The storm we'll have its own way

The streets are shivering hear them clatter
Uneven cracks outlining the gutter
All this caused by the broken fragments
Of your grieving heart's predicaments