What is it that comforts me
The bitterest season's like a shroud over me
The bitterest season's like a shroud over me
A hopeful love diamond swallowed up by the sea
The bitterest season's like a shroud over me
Spread on your trellis of thorny abscesses
Tortured by the memories of black second guesses
Who is thine so divine to consecrate me
In the shadow of eternity
Who is thine so divine to consecrate me
Exotic essence and feigned purity
I won't be a bland pantomime
Felt the leather, felt the cold
Felt the vastness of being alone
I'd thought I felt all the rain in the skies
Then came your eyes
To elevate me
A hidden nature you helped to free
Who was there when I needed a point of view askew
Once forgotten feelings will now sprout, in the light