Grims

In midwinter I sang you a song That I heard in the summertime Just a tune that changed with the weather The fog and the snow And you chased it through the balsam pines Hazy fever of the better times Getting lost in the pinkish lines Leave it all behind All the dreams in black and white You're burning candles in the night You're seeing smoke and dressing right Words that were never meant to be meant You drank the poison and you dreamt We both returned to the place where we'd never met So if you see my face Twist my mouth into the words you want to hear Color your eyes so they hold no fear But fear me still, baby, shed my tears Fill your vial with my screams That you were never there to hear