It was a cold, dark morning
And your face was red
As you toasted your bread
And smoked cigarettes
Just to stay warm
Your mouth found my lips
My hands on your hips
But you had to go
As you braved the snow
You ran to keep warm
The sun hung low
Just out of reach
Scraping the trees
As it went to sleep
Waning moon
Silver you bloom
And i felt it too
When we were alone
My lips found your neck
As you slipped from your dress
We were both silhouettes
What a beautiful mess
Our beautiful mess