Cutting Skin - The Thoughts

I chanced upon you

Breaking branches in the snow

And you were startled

By sounds and shadows

The silhouettes of branches

Against sky are

Veins that used to carry

Sparkles to your eyes

And you were cutting

You were cutting skin

You were cutting

You were cutting skin

This dream has frozen over

It wonʼt come again this year

I canʼt see my own reflection

Thereʼs no rhythm here

And you were cutting

You were cutting skin

You were cutting

You were cutting skin

You were cutting

You were cutting skin

je suis tombé sur toi

Casser des branches dans la neige

Et tu as été surpris

Par les sons et les ombres

Les silhouettes de branches

Contre le ciel sont

Veines qui transportaient

Des étincelles dans vos yeux

Et tu coupais

Tu coupais la peau

tu coupais

Tu coupais la peau

Ce rêve s'est figé

Ça ne reviendra pas cette année

Je ne peux pas voir mon propre reflet

Il n'y a pas de rythme ici

Et tu coupais

Tu coupais la peau

tu coupais

Tu coupais la peau

tu coupais

Tu coupais la peau