While the Fire Dies

I don't need this body Or this house any more I've fallen down I'm snowed in All is cold All is dry You can keep my body in your house To stop the blood from pouring out While I was away You let your hair grow long I'm peeling in And I can't sing Wit

You left your black gloves on my table You left your dark horse in my stable Thinking of a way, to get you to stay And I promise to fight the wind and wait for you... ... Are an owl, with tired eyes I am a scarecrow in disguise We often go out pacing