Sweet Sickness(Last Snow)
Sweet sickness that I write too,
can you hear the words that I sing?
I've been waiting, I've been watching,
for you to fall asleep.
At last this curse of mine,
seemed to slowly lose its weight.
The deterioration, the friction,
caused this frail heart to break.
I'll hold my breath as death passes
right over me,
while you suggest,
As the spiders spin there webs,
I watch you lie again.
As the crickets sing there songs,
I watch your saints fall to sin.
when's the last snow?
when's the last snow...?
When's the last snow,
I've been waiting for so long?
When's the last tear,
this well is almost gone?