Where my last was spent
Light pooling on the surface
Where we'd made an end
This howling summer gale
Storming inside my heart
My candle glow so pale;
Can I forget the start?
A swift autumn wind
Spinning 'round my head
A fire in my bosom
Did Gaia wish me dead?
Now chilling winter will
grasping, gripping,
yet I remember still
Intoxicating
The scent of her hair in the air.
The scent of her hair in the air.