Isolation

Can you see the man,
the man with the black coat,
the coat of isolation, the coat of fear?
His breath is forming crystals,
his eyes are frozen tears,
his heartbeat sounds like breaking ice
And don't think that he's smiling,
and don't think that he's smiling -
there's just a red line on a white-painted face

I can feel the warmth,
the warmth of the white snow,
the snow of desperation, the snow of doom
It can't replace the tenderness
of the love I'd like to feel,
but it conceals that it doesn't exist
So don't think that I'm smiling,
no don't think that I'm smiling -
there's just a red line on my white-painted face