Dark February

Here you die in obscurity
Over another dark February
And then moon certainty
When fingers blow the wind to me

My shivering sighs blurts a shadow
For a
The frigid leaden sky
Remains immobile, petrified

I attempt to seek out the source
Of this ancient curse
By the temple gods

Oh moon keeps on its course
Without being stalked by the cries of dogs

Oh my love I'm freezing
In my marble dressing gown
Cold, the oldest season
Hold me when the sun goes down

As this hesitant razor deepen
Under a blanket a cried when sleeping
He read a begins
With the tears that are wept are kept
For safe-keeping

They say it will call to an end
Then all things will begin again
In this eggshell atmosphere, which is so very prim
Twenty thousand million copper needles picking

My virginity has been eclipsed
By the severity of my blue trembling lips
Locked my heart at dusk
I will it open it again when the light comes in

Oh my love I'm freezing
In my marble dressing gown
Cold, the oldest season
Hold me when the sun goes down

Oh my love I'm freezing
In my marble dressing gown
Cold, the oldest season
Hold me when the sun goes down