sorry

outside your window, the snow turns to gold, right here beneath you, ill never get cold. outside your window, the rain never dries. close to your doorstep, i cant tell no lies. eyelashes cut me away, just like a curtain draws. now you can see me for real, thats what i'm certain of. inside your hallway, i'm almost disarmed. close to the break in; can i be this calm?, sorry, you say, i have nothing to lose, so if you manage to reach me, its you id like to choose. sorry, you say, i feel nothing at all, but if you manage to reach me, ill try to catch your fall. and the snow will turn to gold.