The cold it penetrates so deepnThe leaves cry drops of icenA fire guts the land inside himnHe wonders what's it likenTo be in the sunshine with hernnThe wet material on his facenWith lines of unforgetful stressnA scratch in the wall by his sidenHe watches all the timenWhile all around him wallpaper diesnnThe boards of such familiar grainnAre roads leading nowherenCareful drawings in the dustnHe tries to remembernThe breeze it blows it all awaynSomething through the darknessnCaught his eye