Trace these parallel lines They won't touch at all I used to be afraid I used to fear the fall I feel frost on the glass I feel fire in my bones I live somewhere in between The charted world And the great unknown And nights will come And nights will go I'll sing the handful of songs I know And we'll wait For the snow What you feel I can feel What you said made a sound I see an endless line of trees And all the needles on the ground And nights will come And nights will go I'll sing the handful of songs I know And we'll wait For the snow