Lyrics Coming Home - Dreariness

Coming Home

These roses which I hold in my hands
Are dry and without spines
What once was an aching red
Sprinkles on my bitter wounds
And everything loses its color
A slight wind steals the last tired petal
And with it, my destiny
I let myself lulled by this cold winter
Hypothermia, I’m safe now
My infant dreams are lost in the snow
Which now makes it more pure
Purifing things now.
And my mind breaks down
And everything becomes redder
My footsteps, a trail of blood
While the loop is in its place
And maybe I’m coming home
With a white coat which is now my dress
With a white coat that will be my last dress
With a white coat that is my only fate
Hypothermia, I’m safe now
And I feel nothing, no more pain
Hypothermia, and the delicate winter song
Echoes in my head
And death is only closer now.
It embraces me, sweet snowflake warmer than my skin
And I’m about to drift into a white world
And my thoughts are white
And now I see everything white