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He waited for her his whole damn life

Thought safety in numbers was three is a crowd

No woman’s a witch

But smoke is a motherfucker

And fire’s no joke when it’s crawling up your throat

They got married in a fever

In a port during a storm

A seven month winter

Lifetime of old jokes

Never free to go wild

Never young enough or old

They kept to bed with their debts

And the shovels and the coal

Wrapped up in Winter

With no place to go

No language to speak

No new seeds to sow

Walking through the motions

At the end of the world

The radio hums

An impossible whir

The body is broken

The heart is a stone

The spirit is frozen

It wants to go home

Caught up in Winter’s grey ribbon parade

They waited for sorrow to curl up and fade

Found something in nothing

Too much to ask

Ambition fighting an impossible task

And fighting is everything when nothing else is

The point they were making

Was the point that they missed

The winter will strangle the flesh from the bone

The spirit is frozen

It wants to go home