There are feathers here.

Light, beautiful, no one can

Trust them, they can betray

You, but they're beautiful.

 

There is cold here.

Excuses wrapped in

Coats that will never

Keep you fully warm.

 

There is a dream here.

I don't know where,

It's somewhere.

It used to be so clear,

 

There is dying here,

But dying is beautiful

To me, sing me to sleep

Sing me to sleep,

 

There is frost here.

Glide sweet fingers

Along dewy days

That burn your skin,

 

Cold, cold, cold, cold

But they're beautiful

Not beautiful, more like

Zero, water vapour,

 

It's so glorious to fade.

 

Feathers on stomachs,

The beginning of an era

Called The End.

So soon, so soon.

 

Cold, cold, cold

Dew, dew, I love

You, sorry for 

Hurting you.

 

Sorry for hurting you

By hurting me.