In the Dead of Night

I noticed the frost melting
In the Dead of Night

Nocturnally, I felt a fright that left me feeling tormented
In the Dead of Night

I do not fear death
It's cold I have heard

Yet haven't experienced it, though it's similar to those fingertips
That sent a shiver through my spine and a spear through my heart

Now I realize that winter, like her love, has finally come to an end
And out goes the snow in drips, drips, drips...