No more wishes for the past No lingering of sages and seers Desperations and fevers last The undertows are strong here And here I lie , another morning arrives Too far away from coming home I see a face in the snow Inside my head a voice calls for me I see your face in the snow And outside the sun's too far away to feel And here I lie , another morning arrives Too far away from coming home And could we live within the wake of aging lies When we're too far away