A pale star of lies ascends in the night
So cold and so distant, a desolate sight
A shimmer of silver, a shimmering wound
It shines on the world but heals no one immune
With long weaving whispers you're making the trail
With silky soft loops, a net that won't fail
I'm stepping so softly, one step at a time
I sense the trap coming
It's closer than mine

The honey from lips is a bell in the air
A sweet taste of metal, it's just lying there
A promise I taste but the sting is below
Your plot like a serpent, it just seems to grow
It coils round my neck, a slow gentle press
It tightens its grip in its quiet caress
Love in the frost, a crown in hands cold
A curse you can't carry, stories are told
We're standing beside the word that is mute
A sentence unspoken, it's left to dispute
The breast is on freeze, the frost starts to mold
No storm ever breaks it, no prayer ever told
The heart is a deep and a midnight black lake
Its surface is still, there's no bottom to take
The light only lingers then leaves with a sway
Into shadows it goes where the darkness will stay
Where breathing is easier, dimmer than sight
A shell of my hardness will carry the light
When the inside is hollow it won't even fight

Love in the frost, a crown in hands cold
A curse you can't carry, stories are told
We're standing beside the word that is mute
A sentence unspoken, it's left to dispute
My heart sends no sparks, it's only on fade
Its charring and dulling, a memory I've made
But still we call it by love and by name
Though it echoes as empty
A hollow old frame

Like a door in a house where no one can stay

The spring turns around from the doorstep in flight
It never touches the stone, this cold empty life
The rhymes are all spilling, they break on the floor
Their echo is gone and I don't want them no more
The truth is a wind so sharp and so clear
It's cutting without blood but holds only fear
But still we will stay, there is nowhere to go
The darkness is softer than sunlight
You know

The stories are flowing, they melt in the mud
So lovely but sour like a flower in bud
A tombstone remains more permanent than fame
The waves of the time, they are all just the same
What is left is this black muddy love in the dust
And a silence so deep
There is nothing to trust