Glasses on the windowpane, castles in the sky.
I wish that life could change again, like a novel lost in time.
My soul fell down a hole again, it's gotten pretty sad.
You'll find me in the woods at night, or lost in the sky.

Oh, yeah
yeah, yeah

I stress about the future, I stress about the past.
I wish that I could stop my mind, and let it all pass.

Oh, times are changing,
yeah
love gets wasted ...

A shimmering level of snow covered the mountains that stretched out from the great lodge. Hunters started gathering their bows, oblivious to the feet of snow covering our valleys. I quietly watched from the rafters, surrounded by runes that I had carved myself. I slowly traced the lines and ridges. The rafters were the only place in the great lodge where I was safe to carve them. The largest one I had carved was the rune of snow. I knew...