Amanda Martinez Frozen
The cold winter air burns his chin in the sun
He's surrounded by pine and the scent of the one
As he looks forward the snowflakes blind his despair
Days growing shorter, the shadows unwind
Each simple task seems to go on for miles
He feels himself falling and soon he's recalling her name
Bring me my life left behind
The sweetness I squeezed from my mind
When nothing was sure
But our belief in what could be
Rich fragrant spices of cinnamon clove
Bubbling beside her, time simmers on low
Feeding the memory of faces and places unknown
Together their silhouettes, dancing in time
Soon she's beside him, watching eyes wide
He catches her smiling, surviving her once youthful glow
Bring me my life left behind
The sweetness I squeezed from my mind
When nothing was sure but we believed in what could be
Bring me my life behind
The sweetness I squeezed like a lime
When nothing was sure but we believed in what we could be
Feeding a memory
She won't recognize
Dancing in time
