standing on a piece of heaven, I crawl-
watching the birds fly to the west, it's so cold,
so many insects in my head, I'm filled with all these walls,
and they remind me how small I am, and so cold.
breathing the winter air, it's everywhere, and now in my lungs,
the snow falls, and the lights go dim, there's so much white, it covers the dark,
I cannot even run, they'll know where I have gone and died,
I cannot see the sun, somewhere on the far side of the mountain it hides-
looking over everything,
I remember a blue lake
beneath a blue sky,
I remember you when I'm awake,
you're always there in my eye,
always here, always to stay,
as the world goes grey, when the sun dies,
and I sit there, on a wooden chair,
caught in the memories by the moments, whispering feelings into a box,
locked on all sides but inside of me,
where it rots, where it stays, where I watch it all, play back and forth,
until it's so cold, it begins to paint the world white,
until i can no longer hold it all together,
until the weather becomes as calm as the moonlight after the storms,
I feel you in my arms, I feel you in my today, I feel you in my tomorrow,
and I swallow the lakes, the mountains, the snow and the stars,
and I follow you into the darkness, at the end of the world, with my never healing broken heart,
and I swallow the white, and I swallow every last drop of snow,
every last sip full of an empty void, and a voice that keeps howling at me,
from the inside, from the lakes, blue skies, the mountains and the scars,
where we'll live forever, until the snow falls,
where we'll love forever, until the spring calls,
I look up, and the snow falls,
I look down, but the snow falls.