Bury the switchblade a foot deep in snow

Silence is golden

She loved him, you know

Fold up his good shirts and dust off his robe

The violence is over, they told her so

Is it over? Is it over, I said, is it over? Is it?

Her mind tears asunder the heartstrings below

Years go by, still she cannot break the code

The trauma has severed the flesh from the bone

Guilt weighs so heavily on her soul

Is it over? Is it over, I said, is it over? Is it?

Veins stretched tight over a heart blue and cold

Silence is made of gold

Hurt is to have and to hold

This is what she has been told

Is it over? Is it over, I said, is it over? Is it?

Someone speaks softly through the horror and pain:

"Love has gone, but it could come again."

Spring arrives quietly, warming her skin

Her heart, now red, is beating again

Oh, it's over