and when the winter months come to cool your blood again, we'll see right through your skin, a heart full of candle-wax. a faint light that was left burning, overnight and let up.
and tore the curtain down.
and i hope that you know that you fall and follow me, just like the snow i thought i knew then, just how to pretend
that the cold wasn't creeping in it's an old and boring story we're in
well you're cold to the touch, and your hair is standing up, i'd burn myself just to warm your bones, if i thought you gave a fuck.