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
Here 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