Fell asleep at the top of the tower I was there for a half 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 Fell asleep at the top of the tower I was there for a half 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 I wonder what you think about me