I recall the weather on our final night
When the treetops brushed like feathers to the moon's delight
When your hair was dressed with leaves and petals from the clover
And your body moved with transient composure

Winter seemed to ravage what the summer spared
Ice to barren branches and new smell to hair
Oh, my lyrics fading from your bathroom mirror
Our final moments always drawing nearer

Red horizon rising through your parted blinds
Fear was flowing swiftly through our parting minds
Thirteen hours longing on a northern train
Seven years of longing, left in vain

But we were only dreaming anyway

I can smell the candle burning on your desk
Next to shifting sheets and terror-ridden rest
Warm vanilla wax to coat our open wounds
Left to slowly wither where we bloomed

But we were only dreaming anyway