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

me topé contigo

Rompiendo ramas en la nieve

y te sobresaltaste

Por sonidos y sombras

Las siluetas de las ramas

contra el cielo son

Venas que solían llevar

Brillos a tus ojos

Y estabas cortando

estabas cortando la piel

estabas cortando

estabas cortando la piel

Este sueño se ha congelado

No volverá este año

No puedo ver mi propio reflejo

Aquí no hay ritmo

Y estabas cortando

estabas cortando la piel

estabas cortando

estabas cortando la piel

estabas cortando

estabas cortando la piel