The stone wall’s still cold
Although it’s not from sleeping alone
The old fire still burns hot
Not hot enough to heat my bones

There’s a knock at the window
From an old friend
It serves as a reminder
Of the chilly wind

As I awake from a fever dream
And head for the door
It all seems so familiar
As if I’ve been here before

In my mind its all the same, its all the same
Her laughter haunts these halls
I try and try to drink her away
But there no amount of alcohol

As my hand reaches for the handle
Followed by a turn and a twist
She’s standing there alone
And I’m stuck in the midst

There is no possible way to define her beauty
Even with her standing in the rain
So, I pull her in and hold her close
Hiding away my real pain

She gives me a kiss of forever
Then begs me to give her time
It’s the same dream set in the same scene
She is gone and I’m stuck here, that is the true crime