BC, Victoria

When the cold comes
 And the fog drops
 Through the garden and its gates
 I'll think of you
 When the night comes
 And my guard drops
 And I stay up too damn late
 You'll feel it too
 Saved my thoughts till late
 We were glazed in technicolor charm
 Spent our summers in the slides up on the shelf
 We had given it all up, pursued ourselves
 And did our harm
 Winter mornings hit
 White sun turned coffee to blood
 Eyes to stone
 I got so far from the self
 I had in those old times
 A piece of a new home
 So the time comes
 Where I'm fucked up
 And I pick apart the days
 And think of you
 And I find that
 I've been poisoned
 By my solitary state
 And I'll see things through
 But these gorgeous, gorgeous forces
 That tie thoughts up over time
 I'll put my blinders on
 And draw out all the lines
 Still I'll narrow down the sights
 To the place I lost my mind
 I've been short on patience and sunlight
 You stayed outside all day
 You shone so bright, so fine
 Oh I feel you on those nights
 When I know I'm not living right