Lately I am a shade In somber nights I grasp melancholia, tenderly. My winter has engraved insanity inside of me But lately I am a shade Like every man that lost... Lately there is a moth that haunts my dreams Gone, it is my dreams of the past Frozen pictures of you smile Holding hands. The warmth that life gives Has left me to this wintry world lately I am a shade Like every man that lost