the winds are cold i m looking down to the place that we called home and i swear i can feel you now under my skin and all that s left of the cataclysm is the feeling of your ghost and in my mind i can see you now and i m holding on to what we know lights fade emotionless floating endlessness i m holding on i m holding on and all that s left of the cataclysm is the feeling of your ghost and in my mind i can see you now and i m holding on to what we know i m holding on lights fade emotionless floating endlessness i m holding on i m holding on  i m holding on i m holding on and all that s left of the cataclysm is the feeling of your ghost and in my mind i can see you now and i m holding on to what we know to what we know