my veins are just a network of frozen rivulets borne from a spring; so take my torch and lead us out, to where (among the wild birds) we may rest.
sail my songs across the bloodless waters, and wend towards the oldest light on the shore. "you're on fire, but no bad desire's got a hold on me no more."
all wings grow thin like gossamer; a burden upon this world, washed clean away. don't you bring me back my ghost - nor dress the birches in finery to circle around my face.
bury the cold curse that roams beyond the boundaries and scatters like a wildfire burning to the earth. bury the cold curse that roams beyond all boundaries, and scatters like a wildfire burning to the earth.
"i'll let you follow the tracks of my feet, to where all flames retreat."