Interim

My name, your name in stone

The roses froze

They have froze

The tunnel, so dark and cold

It connects the roads

We'll go through it

And I know

You're hopeless

The landscape, an endless field

Becomes revealed

It shimmers in wind

The golden grass trembles, dead

The water's painted red

The place we met

And I know

You're hopeless

There's hope for us