Snowy paddle through the lake. Straight to the very center of the darkest water. Where we can embrace the shadows on the surface. The eyes that look up lifeless. From our twins below. And though your arms and legs are under. Love will be the echo in your ears. When all this lost in plunder. My love will be there still. True chilling to the hold. Up close we stumble backwards. Laughing in our boats. Till the image seems so way to someplace far too certain. A land of mew suspension. But someday we must go. And though your arms and legs are under. Love will be the echo in your ears. When all this lost in plunder. My love will be there still. Though your arms and legs are under. Love will be the echo in your ears. When all this lost in plunder. My love will be there still