Smoke in the sky flows like Mercury
Blankets of white silence everything
Diminished light shines on the memories of the night
We let our corsets fall

Fall like a drop of blood on virgin snow
Your secret is my secret: Red to the softest pink
Silver moonlight pours into the room where you lie, glistening

(I promise to never speak a word of this
If that's what has to be)

I still dream now and then
Still shiver, and gaze at the same stars that we did
I see a new one beside of Venus, have you seen its glistening flame?
Can you pull it from the sky? (I'll pull it from the sky)
Can you pull it from the sky? (I'll pull it from the sky)
Can you take it from the sky and place it as a jewel around my neck?
I need to know how it feels

Oh sweetheart, be still
What we shared never was a sin
It was always love, but seasons change

The first of December: One final look back
Then sadness became your work of art
In gray, gold, red and beige (and your smile)