Winter Sounds

Find myself digging through snow, a tunnel with no light at the end; blistered hands crimson and sweat stain'd. It looks to me like a cast iron heart will bend with a little touch of warmth, even in the middle of a vast snowstorm. I only asked for the truth, but as long as your heart still has a beat, I'll sing of you. And you know, it really hurts, to be cast into the blue; it's a feeling not worthy of words. Like a perfect seed that never grew. Every step forward is like two steps back, spiraling deeper down into the ground; deviated, less motivated... Sing me your song, and I'll play the keys, throw back a few and melt away this freeze. And kiss the fabric's sweet reprise. I only asked for truth, still as long as your heart has a beat, I'll sing of you. And you know, it really hurts, to be cast into the blue; a feeling not worthy of words, like a perfect seed that never grew.