To Blind

I blind from the light when notorious blizzard is raging And try not to know what is waiting for me straight ahead Forgot who I am, one another without a question You harrow my soul with the scraps of your dreams once again I run to this peaceful stretch at disquieting sunrise I fall into day like it's last bastion of my hope And then realize our being so reckless and childlike We suddenly found ourselves in luxurious robe And writhing with pain in my cold and so desolate bedstead I'll think up new names for myself and for you and the rest But each fucking morning I wait for the spring I invented And reason for all is we did not desire our best And writhing with pain in my cold and so desolate bedstead I'll think up new names for myself and for you and the rest But each fucking morning I wait for the spring I invented And reason for all is we did not desire our best