Our time in a daze, heated in ice
Unheated but warm as our hands intertwined
Uncovering paradox from those eyes
Hypnotized by what's momentarily mine

Paused in our own time, frozen in heat
In the cold and wrapped in your embrace
Presence of victory but a hint of defeat
I saw shadows faintly dance on your face

All the stars and moon soon out of sight
The singing of clouds, the crying sun
Painted and decorated by morning light
Not losing what was already gone

And while the foggy morning sky
Enveloped and dyed the entire room blue
Along with our false belief and pretentious lie
We had a solid and unpaintable scarlet hue