There is nothing there In the place once where My heartbeat did beat And my kick-drum rolled Like a stone turned southwards To avoid the winters writhing cold
Breathed out like snow, the snow Which falls first as a rain soaked hope And freezes slowly along the way No longer pretending to know What the feeling of light falling Is like being beneath
Yet in the stillness, it is always me Who knows no different than this when Will my skies return to the lightest gas And my head stop fasting On this memory of you But a massing cloud just waiting to pass
And in the wishes of spring Therefor hope once grows And in the kind of snow which smiles evoke Which will never come to settle on the wings of crows But glows in the sun like a radiant pyre And flows like the flame of a dancing wildfire
Ignited, I fly And maybe then try And shake the snow from my wings of this healing age I find, and will hopefully allow my heart To finally come home Who am I but alone?