I Still Hear Your Name Lyrics - The New York Room

in the thaw of coldest winter 

rage the storms of my black spring 

grows the thorns in my black garden 

haunts me with your suffering 

in the cold of deepest water 

I will place the candles on your alter 

I will drown my body beneath the waves 

and swim to you into this grave 

in the chains of cruelest silence 

screams the pain of oldest violence 

silencing the broken dream 

muffling the dying scream 

in the smoke of burning embers 

rise the days that I remember 

float the ways that came before 

and brings me back to you once more