The bitter taste of frost licks my skin,
It crawls with needle tension,
She finds her way in.
Between the cracks of my skull,
That once shaped my head,
Leaks life like marking time,
In thick puddles of red.
On the wayside of east avenue,
They all look wide-eyed,
At the pieces of you.
When the paramedics come out,
And he steps with a crunch,
He sees some skull underfoot,
Then loses his lunch.
"The worst of the year,
No once survived,
I can smell it from here..."
She talks of our death,
As we're smeared on the road,
There's tears in our blood,
From the eyes in the cold.
The storm melts on my skin,
Taking the last of my warmth,
She makes her way in.
They look at us in pieces,
I can't beat my heart,
They look in all directions,
"I don't know where to start..."
We were fighting through the snow,
Our seat belts weren't on,
I didn't know...
Her face is of sorrow,
Her posture like death,
She's looking for my only,
My very last, lonely breath.
Like sun to the wind,
She touches us both,
And makes her way in.
The storm can't white us out,
We're red among the white,
I held my loves hand,
Dream sweet and good night.