The top of my skin feels frozen, but my bones are on fire.
I sing this song for you, so you can understand desire.
When the pain of change gets to you at night,
haunts your dreams and sets your fluttering heart a-flight,
think of it.
Think of it those months ago, where beauty lied between the thoughts that
two people shared for each-other, in love and appreciation.
Think of it all the way to the end of the train-station,
but running from the cloud of wailing sorrows,
can't fix the situation.
You can't hope for today without righteously planning tomorrow,
not even a dog understands the concept of beg, steal, or borrow.
The top of my skin feels frozen, and I feel as if my bones have rattled against this cage for years spent wasted.
I sing this song for you, so you can understand what was in me, and why you had desired to chase it.
But it wasn't enough to fill you up,
It wasn't enough to join two hearts together with the fulfillment of never-ending devotion.
I am that cloud of wailing sor