From light pole to light pole the shadows we lead
 Only the pattern of our feet
 Until they run into the ground
 Without a sound

Against a backdrop of slowly melting snow
 To good to hold on, too painful to let go
 Too hard to carry this around
 Without a sound

The slightest touch will be too strong
 If we could just get along
 Your hand searches, mine wants to be found
 Without a sound