Let's tie the night down to the semantics of thought, and dance between dreams that reach out to the willing. Our revelry dampens the quiet and grants us the time, while the waves of snow swallow our fear to provide us the motion. All we desire, our lust shall enable, until the rain comes. And nothing's quite as it appeared.
Track Name: Somber
Searching the sky to fill a hole in the ground will spawn a lifetime of planting seeds in the snow. The barren soul owes too much to the quest when each question leads further away than the last.