And I left myself out in the cold,
With footprints and history at your door.
And I spoke this shameful tale of old,
And your heart went crashing to the floor.
And one day, I will be laid to rest,
Still running and hiding from the fear inside my chest.
But I'll lay my head upon the same pillow as she,
And count away the hours till I sleep.
And we wrote our future in the dust,
And married to our word above this all.
Yet with these clouds of silver under us,
I could not save us from the fall.
And there's stillness in the heart of winter,
We stand shining silver,
Pray for just a glimmer, glimmer.