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