It's just the season when the air drops far below bitter
I've scanned for miles and miles and still it rains a haze of sliced light
Tough Midwestern skin shields our weathered hearts for the time being
And false hope fuels us like a machine
Into a rhythmic dream, I've known, I've known
Once we're full of life and literature, we'll find that we connect
and I think that we'll long for so much more than we ever gave.
Imaginative, intuitive, and so compa**ionately alone.
I've scanned for miles and miles
I've scanned for miles and miles and even though the air is frozen,
I know you're right in front of me.
In true Pisces fashion, I've faded from this