He files the feeling under keeps the room at a careful degree. Talks and constellations never weather.
Like the sky is safer than the sea. You call him winter to his face. He calls it thinking nothing more. A man who maps the human race and locks the door behind his door.
They say he doesn't have a heart. They've never watched him after dark, but ice is just a slower river and air can still remember rain. There's a man behind the logic. Learning how to say your name. He was
cold because he meant it, not because he couldn't feel his rational heart misunderstood melts and never makes a deal.
He loves you like a theory first and like a secret he can't prove. He'll give you every honest word except the one that says I do. He needs a mile of quiet sky. A frequency you cannot hold. Then shows
up at 3:00 a.m. to try to tell you something almost they say doesn't have a heart. They've never watched him come apart. But ice is just a slower river and air can still remember rain. There's a man
behind the loing how to say your name. He was cold because he meant it. Not because he couldn't feel his rational heart misunderstood. Not never makes a deal.
No thunder, no confession seem. Just a look that stays too long. The circuit closes quietly and everything he built was wrong in the best. The only way a freeze can learn to give away.
Ice is just a slower river and air can still remember rain. There's a man behind the logic saying it and saying it again. He was cool because he meant it. Now he means this even more. His
rational heart misunderstood us. leaves the door.
Not afford to single for the future. Walking through the dark stair finally moving. He was never empty just before.