Those were the days when you couldn’t tell if it was snow or rain,
snow or rain.
And it all seemed to run down the window panes,
And the grey illuminated the lines in your face,
in your face.
And your hand is frozen in the snow,
in the snow.
And I want so badly to hold, oh to hold,
your face and bleed out my heart for you so you don’t have to.
I will dig my hands under the snow to find the lilies that will give you hope,
and I will cut off my passions and hurt myself so you won’t have to hurt,
and I will suck in my air till I am blue in the face because that’s what mature kids do,
that’s what we do.
And you were proud of me, and I was waiting for you.
And that sun, oh it’s coming over the horizon.
and its rays, oh its rays they will be rising-
over my face and over your tears,
and God you’re coming I can feel it in my stomach.
oh Lord you’re coming I can feel it in my stomach.