14 Degrees

A cold day in December of fourteen degrees.
I went down to see you, and fell down on my knees.
I laid down a rose like every day before,
scraped off the ice from Heaven's gray door.
My friend is the fog,
my muse is the mist,
my memories are muddy,
your love an abyss.
You left this world and I left along with you.
My body's at Earth, but my soul's at home beneath you.
My hands are fragile.
My heart beats so slow,
and just like the day you were taken,
my warmest friend is the snow.
My friend is the fog,
my muse is the mist,
my memories are muddy,
your love an abyss.
You left this world and I left along with you.
My body's at Earth, but my soul's at home...
My friend is the fog,
my muse is the mist,
my memories are muddy,
your love an abyss.
You left this world and I left along with you.
My body's at Earth, but my soul's at home beneath you.