What love is this that clings to me
though the bed is long cold on her side
through my bravery and strong words
through my fallen sheets of snow
When I mumble in my red dreams
and keep the flame hidden from them
through the alley I find his torpor
and rest my hand on her absence
Why come into the body so weighted
already broken and without spirit
just to give another chance to sing
no matter how sad the song belongs
What love is this that hunts for her
though the door stands open
through the wind I sift for a scent
through the sky I break open again
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