The sun is shining through the holes
In the pale lead sky, the dying rays.
The leaves are swirling high and low. 
Now nature is ready to undress.

The birds are leaving us again,
Flying far to the summer seas;
The trees keep wetting in the rain.
The winter raised its freezing fist.

To break us down;
To set the darkness free again;
To freeze us now;
To bring a fistful of white pain.

Where is an ordinary miracle,
That could save us from the chains of cold?
The ordinary miracle,
That could melt the ice to warm the world;
The ordinary miracle,
That could make this winter be
The best one in our history,
Just for you, just for me.

The sudden thunder wakes at once
The creatures sleeping in the caves.
They see the rays of the fading sun;
They fear life will forsake this place.

The cold keeps crawling through the dark
Above the mountains and the trees;
It comes so swiftly, it spreads so far,
The winter raised its freezing fist.

To break us down;
To set the darkness free again;
To freeze us now;
To bring a fistful of white pain.

Where is an ordinary miracle,
That could save us from the chains of cold?
The ordinary miracle,
That could melt the ice to warm the world;
The ordinary miracle,
That could make this winter be
The best one in our history,
Just for you, just for me.