the quiet was antique
as my life flies by

her need surrounds his lips
caught in an autumn shine

i am a cold love
a blizzard of feeling

(november 05, 2001)

for her it is a pretty glass day
but for you it is real life
caught frozen in quiet

produce a deep need
and from her lips you shine

i am fire
from the flakes of winter

feel the heat
from winter shine &
let the fog surround you

drink from the lips of love
and eat the apple of life