Spinanes Winter On Ice
Strip off the love that's hid here
Lay it down piece by piece
Walking like a baby to water
Let the soothing waves bring relief
The shape of the steam as cold hits the fire
As darkness washes off all residue of desire
It's a short sharp turn from lifelong to a liar
The question hangs: who was that beside here?
Keep me in bitter savved up in matter
Solitude granted
Bathed in the cool light of evening
Steal it to the face in my hands
Lost to the solace of sleeping and beer
The smell of the smoke as fear hits desire
Silence washes off any sign of delight
It's a long line of regrets piled so polite
The slap of shunning in a tight-lipped smile
The questions hang
Dreaming winter
Wrapped up in banners
Vantage empty-handed
Dreaming in winter
Reach and see
Granted
