Winter '05

Orange lamps shine by Willow Pane.

Ice covers from the lake

To where I lay.

In our state in which I dream.

If you were here,

Winter wouldn't pass quite so slow.

And if you were here,

Then I'd have a choice to live,

Not be alone.

But instead I see the top the grass.

Looking down on the valley

Where the dead rest.

And every morning I wake beside myself.

But I digress.

If you were here,

Winter wouldn't pass quite so slow.

And if you were here,

Then I'd have a choice to live,

Not be alone.

If you were here,

Winter wouldn't pass quite so slow.

And if you were here,

Then I'd have a choice to live,

Not be alone.

And if you were here,

Winter wouldn't pass quite so slow.

And if you were here,

Then I'd have a choice to live,

Not be alone.