BC, Victoria

When the cold comes And the fog drops Through the garden and its gates I'll think of you When the night comes And my guard drops And I stay up too damn late You'll feel it too Saved my thoughts till late We were glazed in technicolor charm Spent our summers in the slides up on the shelf We had given it all up, pursued ourselves And did our harm Winter mornings hit White sun turned coffee to blood Eyes to stone I got so far from the self I had in those old times A piece of a new home So the time comes Where I'm fucked up And I pick apart the days And think of you And I find that I've been poisoned By my solitary state And I'll see things through But these gorgeous, gorgeous forces That tie thoughts up over time I'll put my blinders on And draw out all the lines Still I'll narrow down the sights To the place I lost my mind I've been short on patience and sunlight You stayed outside all day You shone so bright, so fine Oh I feel you on those nights When I know I'm not living right