Vespertine

you are the dirt road winding on the long ride home you are the fire  melting my bones under blankets of snow it always stung when you turned away like a short storm crashing it always stung when you turned away come be my forest burning come be my ashes raining run through the fields with your lantern i saw the earth breathing you are the smoke taunting the moon with its curious vespers you are my breath gasping for light at the top of the stairs it always stung when you turned away like a short storm crashing it always stung when you turned away yeah --- Vespertine - Holy Fawn