Drifting away from you  Spinning down to the pinpoint drop of isolation  In a spell  Walking away from the fire  That keeps my heart  From turning ice    Golden feet grace the surface of the sea  Sinking deeper I view them from underneath  Flailing, kicking as I head for the deep  I question a hypothetical lead supper  Oh God receive my outstretched hand    Will I inhale the blue  Spinning down upon the glass  A ghost towards realisation of a cell  Enclosing the hauntings of a past  That blind the eyes  And rust the heart    So I fell  I need you to take my hand  And keep my heart from ice...