An old man with climbing gear walks to a large mountain of snow. and rock. He approaches the bottom. As he does, at 42 seconds, he lays his hand ontop of a rock and begins to slowly walk up the mountain. He walks up a path until 1:53. He trips, and falls on hi back. Everything is gray in front of him. Tiny specks of white snow fly over his face. He sits up and stares at the snowy world around him. His house in the background is old and rickety. The trees are all dead. The lake is frozen over. The animals are all shivering in their homes. He decides the best thing to do is to continue climbing.
And so he does at 2:30. He grabs a rock and gets up. He slams his pickaxe into the mountain and begins spiraling upwards. Sweat rolls down his cheeks. His legs shake. His wrinkly skin begins to freeze. A tear falls from his eye and falls down towards the white world. He climbs and reaches a tall point at around 3:12
Over the edge of the white barren hill lies the world below him quiet and still
The snow is all ice. The wind is all dumb. Everything is so still and numb.
He looks afar over the snow, and jumps. Everything goes black. Ironically, it is still a solid feeling of nothingness, just like the whiteness from whence he came.
Thats what I felt in this song. Corny or not corny, I loved the feeling.