Winter 05

Orange lamps shine by Willow Pane. Ice covers from the lake To where I lay. In our state in which I dream. If you were here, Winter wouldn't pa*s quite so slow. And if you were here, Then I'd have a choice to live, Not be alone. But instead I see the top the gra*s. Looking down on the valley Where the dead rest. And every morning I wake beside myself. But I digress. If you were here, Winter wouldn't pa*s quite so slow. And if you were here, Then I'd have a choice to live, Not be alone. If you were here, Winter wouldn't pa*s quite so slow. And if you were here, Then I'd have a choice to live, Not be alone. And if you were here, Winter wouldn't pa*s quite so slow. And if you were here, Then I'd have a choice to live, Not be alone.