Madder Mortem

There's a man far from here
who made sure to stay well clear
of taking hold or letting go,
always choosing not to know
But then his bridges burned
Sometimes still he stops and turns,
listening to open skies
for broken words and severed ties
And I believe that wordless call
he hears sometimes
could reach us all
I stayed for so long where dream and day collide
Now I'm on fire
There's a girl, one I know,
who wrapped up her heart in snow
Much too proud and much too vain,