I always go back to this room*. I'll always love the way you move. As you say that we need. To give it up this time. I turn to the sky. And I see it open wide.
Through all the days that eat away. At every breath that I take. Through all the nights I've lain alone. In someone else's dream, awake. . All the words in truth we have spoken.
I came from the hills with a tear in my eye. The winter closed in and the crows filled the sky. The houses were burning the flames gold and red. The people were running with eyes filled with dread.