Cold air, distant eastern glarenA gleam runs in my eye, it feels like nothingnFresh air, refreshed and then divinednA chill runs down my spine, it feels like nothingnCome to me, out from the glarenYou're so adored, you're so adorednCome back to me, out from the glarenYou're so adored, you're so adorednThat dark, that frozen distant starenReach straight to me, it feels like nothingnThese hands melt then disengage nWhat is this and that? It feels like nothing