Blue fingers and blue hearts
Winter ends and spring starts
Where to begin with the melancholy
Where to finish with white
My hand grasps the darkness in me
Your hand surrenders the light
Maybe the weather with thaw me
Maybe the sun will shine gray
Maybe the ink that I sprawl on the page
Can evaporate before the words can be said
My penitence is showing
Her ignorance is gold
Our hearts beat like a battlefield
Her heart is growing cold
But you won't speak the words that have slept in your lungs
The thoughts that you've etched in my skin
Every breath is stolen
From the forest you housed me in