Face Marks

Light pulled that shade apart with hands made of sun
Why does the frost sit there
cold fingers splayed apart and wrapped round my own
and snow

I'm locked inside a house I built here of stone
still thoughts keep slipping out the walls
Your jumper tied around my waste like a belt
of wool

I'm dead weight
I don't feel right I don't
Too long to wait

Time will tear us apart
Fine lines will draw us to halves
You said that I was in my
own world way up in the
vast empty sky
I smiled then fell in your arms
it isn't long before we part