You are the way that you are it's nothing you can change there is no other heart to hold your fabled name in changes ebbs and flows we find our sacred space hold on to the milk of your eyes and let your pupils break
Spring gives way to Summer and Summer offers Autumn then Fall concedes to Winter till we start over the wind will be your patron the ice will hold your promise now call upon your beautiful decaying song
the warmth of sun and mercy do not compose your grace the tenderness of winter is set by the hands of death so let your blood run cold and brew a ruthless aim steady your lips and arms so you don't mistake your reign
Spring gives way to Summer and Summer offers Autumn then Fall concedes to Winter till we start over the wind will be your patron the ice will hold your promise now call upon your beautiful decaying song