Winter Takes a Lover
Lovers Lyrics

If you take this away, i have no one to escort my fears to the place i have built as my fear fort.
Without you, I have no one to confide in and share my fears with, and nowhere to go to feel safe from them.

take this away and i have no one to hope for, no reason to wait through the winter's sad discourse.
If you leave me, all my hope and faith in the future would be gone, leaving me struggling to find a reason to keep going through bleak and difficult times.

no moonlight escapes when the night needs a light source.
Without you, there's no light in my life, no brightness or joy to get me through the darkness.

the look on your face when you loved what i stood for, your smell and your taste like a note on the front door.
I am deeply fond of the way you looked at me when you admired my qualities, and the way you smell and taste reminds me of the comfort of coming home to someone you love.

a letter to say "i miss those sad arms of yours."
I yearn for your embrace and the comfort and safety that comes with it.

so i lay in my room and i dream of the colors that make water move and a body discover why so many choose to lay with a lover.
Alone and lonely, I find myself fantasizing about the beauty of nature and the pleasures of intimacy and companionship.

'cause just when you think you're getting well, you see the ring around your heart is held by some silhouette turned to walk away, but you can tell a lovely face on.
Even when you think you're over someone, you realize that the pain and hurt they left can still hold on to your heart, although you remember their beauty and kindness.

remember the days when you stayed here long before i had to erase all the pictures of horses you'd drawn on the space between my night stand and head board?
Do you remember when we were together, before I had to let go of the memories we shared and the things that reminded me of you?

so what now, arrange in disappoint order old lovers name as a decorative border on a window pane while the days just grow shorter.
With nothing to hold onto, I am left with only the painful memories of past relationships, arranging them sadly as I try to distract myself from the shortening and darkening days.

or are they the same and it's me that grows colder?
Am I really growing colder, or is everything around me just as cold and distant as it seems?

like a one kid army of the good witch, all alone i raise my first as i ride on my bike around your neighborhood and shout, "make me pure. make my heart good."
Feeling isolated and powerless, I imagine myself as a lone warrior, trying to purify and heal my own heart as I cycle around the place where you used to be.

well a vigil today's held in an airport to remember and save a love that could not work and the beautiful face i never did deserve.
As I wait and watch in the airport, I am reminded of the love that I lost - a love that was too good for me and that I was unable to keep.

and the ferns died away, the ones that we planted. too many mistakes and the care that they wanted. just their skeletons remain now. the garden is haunted.
The plants and signs of life that we once grew and nurtured have withered and died, leaving behind only the ghosts of what was once our shared happiness and care.

and i'm wasting away in georgia, but thank god new england's far away. massachusetts, i once love you, but there's a whole group of states now i don't wanna set foot upon.
I am experiencing the slow decay of my spirit and my self-worth, but I am relieved that I am far from the painful memories and troubles of my past in Massachusetts and other places.

where i found your diary's list of all the things you never did in that attic full of feelings hid when you were such a shy kid.
I discovered a list of your missed opportunities and desires in an attic where you used to keep your feelings and secrets hidden.

in bed do you lay under an afghan humming in wait to find if the day ends without a massive array of self-deprecations? oh, wait. wait, it's me who does that.
Do you lie in bed wrapped in a blanket, waiting to see if the day passes without you falling into self-deprecating thoughts and feelings? Oh, never mind - that's really me, not you.