Just a while more Till I'm gone. The final glance, You'll mistake it for any other; And I'll walk away, for I must.
Perhaps you'll wonder. Perhaps you won't... Your name will resound in my heart And course through my veins; With every heartbeat taking you further away...
I see your eyes: dark and beautiful Like the northern lights, I see your smile, your eyes shine... You're a little airhead, ain't you? But that's alright... I feel your hand in mine: cold, smooth, like those glass pebbles by the sea; Salt in the wind, wind in my hair. I feel your lips: rough and warm And only in my wildest dreams...
Now I stand, looking one last time, Engraving you in my soul. She begs from within, I hold a dagger at her chin; Tears pour out on my pretend-smile, And I stand alone, barefoot My blood stains the snow, My first red rose at my thorn-pricked fingertips... Should I let go?