Searching through snow
For the javelin I had not
Meant to throw right at you
For if it had hit its mark
There’d be blood in the place
Where you stood
It’s a terrible thought
To have and hold
It’s a terrible thought
To have and hold
So here we stand in the dark
My eyes travelling to the spot
Where you’d thrown yourself
Over the rocks
For if you’d not been so fast
There’d be blood in the place
Where you stood
It’s a terrible thought
To have and hold
It’s a terrible thought
To have and hold
It’s a terrible thought
To have and hold