Twas the line of melody
that brought night's wind
once more to my door.
Too late for amends, to admit
that I need to depend;
tossed in my face once more.
For I, the treacherous mate,
have fallen into darkness so deep;
but long ago buried my dead.
Tonight, of nights, the dead walk.
Where, in my travesty of lies,
did I lose sight of reality?
Now, with long sight reacing back
it all seems so clear, so laid out.
Where did my footsteps go astray?
An image, two images, three;
like an opening floodgate, they return.
And with it, the tears of shame.
Winters day, in cold and bleak December;
your window's wide open, provoking shivers.
And I twist in bed to gaze upon your face,
feel the warmth and know we're safe.
The moment, a perfect moment, our moment in time
Long lost for now and ever...
Autumns come and nearly spent its stay,
out and about, such a beautiful day.
Come up here, look over the river with me
Hold me tightly, joking slightly
Is this not how life should be?
Far away, in distant lan