Searching through the 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 traveling 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