The Winter Waits for Two

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

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

still burns for us and nothing more. The train is 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 and you.