Snowman (Gazpacho)

The fog leaves a distant trauma You feel the ground roar When it all goes to hell They say no freedom lies when they say You love too much So you pack your only suitcase And you burn by her touch Go Before I go I'll tell you all my secrets They say it's passed the deadline They say they've lost control They let you see their nightmares Through eyes made of coal Guilt is your own anger You’ve did not win Dream a dream of somewhere As the rope is wearing thin Go Before I go I'll tell you all my secrets It’s gonna hurt to leave her It’s gonna hurt to leave her It’s gonna hurt It’s gonna hurt to leave her It’s gonna hurt to leave her It’s gonna hurt Hurt.