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)