Fell asleep at the top of the tower
I was there for a half of an hour
There was snow on the ground
And the trees looked white
I can never feel my hands anymore

All along the courtyard gates
Writing letters on the graves

On the top of the top of the tower
I was there for a half of an hour
There was snow in your hair
And your eyes looked wide
I can never be surprised anymore

Watching people falling down
Oh it's nice here underground

Tell me what you think about me
Tell me what you think about me
Tell me what you think about me
Tell me what you think about me
I wonder what you think about me