Sun breaking through the blinds

We rise and fall

Strokes her hair from the side

White walls turn gold

Bare in the early light.

My bane unfolds

Around us

In comes the cold.

She sinks in my weary eyes

Something she knows

Speaks of the ancient sign

That marks my soul

And she returns a smile.

As my bane unfolds

Around us

In comes the cold.

Is fate lived or told

Is this real?

She's asking me

We're making ours bloom

It's closing in.