[acoustic guitar – paul r]
her cold lips pressed against mine
as we stood and felt warmth from the burning embers
those lips that sent into me the joy of a long walk
through the cold forest in winter’s favourite days
…and those nights, those legendary nights.
i have always been willing to bleed for you.
every night that we shared those deepest feelings,
shared dark secrets… i always have.
here again i feel that my painful thoughts are wandering
into starlit, dream-like visions.
i can recall the pain of deep thought
pondering life and destiny
sometimes obsessed with the death of close friends.
(in winter’s favourite days)
cherished and loved,
are the ashes of smouldering embers.
my soul, my heart, my eyes are ablaze
in winter’s favourite days.