The Winter Waits for Two

Hmm, mm, mm-mm. The snow has kept your footprint

whole. A silent mark of fading soul. The lamp above the station door

still burns for us and nothing more. The train has gone,

the rails are cold. The stories end the way they're told.

I keep the promise that we made. A single light the years can't

fade. And still the winter waits for two.

The sky turns pale, the world turns blue. Though time forgets

what hearts once knew. The winter waits for me