Of your image

Never contemplating the incinerating

Of my image

The rites of spring had no meaning

In my brain

And i could cling icicle-ing

Just the same



And all the time you saw me

You could not thaw me



Chorus

And now you've made blind eyes open

Sunlight streams in

Everything's clear as crystal

Enlightenment



Like a frozen snowfield i could never reveal

My true colors

I would never listen to all that i was missing

With the others

You stepped into my field of view

And triggerd

My cupid snare who would have dared

To figure



That all the time you saw me

You could not thaw me



Chorus



I curse my warped perspective

Just when i least expected

The tables turned, the candles burn

At both ends, and my nerve ends send

Sensational headlines to my brain