| smells on the air see there its crushing the final impression
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| the stains on the paper
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| where words fell like water unearth all the changes that never did matter
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| i think its beginning to freeze here
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| caught in the rage and the fire of things all the brightness that burns me im fumbling through like a child in the dark when the nakedness comes i am shocked by the colour
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| the glorious weight of your skin
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| comes alive
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| and i never thought we’d make it back so soon
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| might be nice but i knew you’d be your own destroyer
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| comes a time
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| and i always thought i’d make it up to you
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| here please forgive me how could we escape all the bitterness piled upon
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| bitterness
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| held in the face of the things that i don’t understand intellectualize over
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| and over
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| this helplessness suits us its funny how quiet it has slipped to our corners
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| and worn all our edges away you are watching breathing and baiting
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| wanting and warming and cautiously waiting for some simple signal
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| to creep cross your conscience
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| uncover redemption and oh did i mention i carried you down to the
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| St. Lawrence river
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| the banks running dirty the waters beginning to freeze here
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| solid by morning and i’ll freeze here
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| winter by morning
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| comes a lie
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| and i never thought you’d get me back so soon
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| might be nice but its only if my own destroyer
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| comes alive
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| and i always knew i’d make it up to you
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| i saw on your face such a curious grin as i let go your hand i was
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| desperate to hold you again
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| but you’re sinking to deep in the water outsmarted myself and so easily
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| gave up what i wanted
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| solid by morning
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| what i wanted
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| winter by morning
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| comes alive
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| and i never thought you’d make it up so soon
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| might be nice but i always knew you’re my destroyer
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| comes a time
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| and i always thought i’d make it up to you
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| solid by morning
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| and i’ll freeze here
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| winter by morning |