Smoke in the sky flows like mercury

Blankets of white silence everything

Diminished light shines on the memories of the night

We let our corsets fall

Fall like a drop of blood on virgin snow

Your secret is my secret: red to the softest pink

Silver moonlight pours into the room where you lie, glistening

(I promise to never speak a word of this

If that's what has to be...)

“I still dream now and then

Still shiver, and gaze at the same stars that we did

I see a new one beside of Venus - have you seen its glistening flame?

Can you pull it from the sky? (I’ll pull it from the sky.)

Can you pull it from the sky? (I’ll pull it from the sky.)

Can you take it from the sky and place it as a jewel around my neck?

I need to know how it feels…”

Oh sweetheart, be still

What we shared never was a sin

It was always love; but seasons change

The first of December: one final look back-

Then sadness became your work of art

In gray, gold, red & beige (and your smile...)

We let our corsets fall...

Fall like a drop of blood on virgin snow

Your secret is my secret: red to the softest pink

I dream a garden, camellias in bloom

Each one a drop of blood covered in snow

I'll keep this a secret: red to the softest pink

Silver moonlight pours in to the room

The first of December: one final look back-

Sadness became your work of art

In gray, gold, red & beige

The first of December: one final look back-

Sadness became your work of art

Please don’t ever change…