There was a time that the world was cold, a bitter place with nowhere to go
A warmth now exists, figuring things out while standing on the edge
A precipice, my conscience
A meeting, changing everything, you stood outside
The colours in your hair, as if each strand was a brushstroke painted in gold
You said
"This is me, soul laid bare
Make this home, take the time, I'll make warmth from coal
Don't let go, this hand to hold"
This is an awakening of another kind, haunted by the soft touch of your skin
Memories more vivid than all before
Knew within a day, made you mine within a year
The feeling of grass on my feet, the wind in your hair
There was a peace I hadn't yet known with you
All notes harmonize
You started to cough, I started to fear
You said it was nothing, but I knew she was near
You never notice how quiet things are until you're finally alone
This house is empty, this body is empty
The scent of white walls and blue lingers long after the the curtain is pulled for the last time
The sickness set in quickly, there was nothing I could do
I watched you wither and fade
Your hand slipped and fell out of mine
Cartography, made a map and then lost it
Where did you go?
This cutting sensation... familiar, confusing
Where did you go?
I gave you everything, where did the warmth go?
I thought I knew, that first breath
But this, this is much colder than that