White Words

White winds blow, drifting over the inside

Cold breath flow, chill a soul on the outside

Will it slow? Turn your head 'till it feels right

Lay it low; turn your back on our heart fight

Black fog slow, crawling over the hillside

Cold words go, calling under the outside

Slain for no falling down on the inside

Lay me low; turn your back on our heart fight

Warm will glow, burn a hand on your frostbite

Down, down, down, make a deal with the daylight

Satellite love, hover over our hot night

Dead bones know, carry them 'till you feel fine