Frost on the Stone Tiles

[Pre-Chorus]
Cold frost creeps on stone tiles at dawn,
Shivers through the cracks where shadows are drawn.
Glassy shards like abstract dreams,
Flicker in the light, a silent scream.

[Chorus - harmonies]
Ice crystals dance on the worn floor,
Whispers of a world we knew before.
Melted light turns to silver streams,
A fleeting touch, a ghostly gleam.