Come stumbling through the mist and reveal yourself to me.
Make every little detail seem surreal inside this dream.
The gnarled branches of the trees outstretched like limbs to air, they cover us in blankets while the frost bites down it's gnashing jaws that clamp upon us sharp as knives and cold as betrayal.
And words, oh words could never stop the beating of this tired heart that yearns for more than it receives it wonders if it still believes that something other than your kiss could make it's rhythm run amiss and stumble onward keeping time.
It was yours, and now it's mine.
Make every little detail seem surreal inside this dream.
The gnarled branches of the trees outstretched like limbs to air, they cover us in blankets while the frost bites down it's gnashing jaws that clamp upon us sharp as knives and cold as betrayal.
And words, oh words could never stop the beating of this tired heart that yearns for more than it receives it wonders if it still believes that something other than your kiss could make it's rhythm run amiss and stumble onward keeping time.
It was yours, and now it's mine.
