OpethFace in the Snow

no more wishes for the past,
no lingering of sages and seers.
desperations and fevers last,
the undertows are stronger 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 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?