Stone cold feet The rest of her - warm. What had happened to this girl?

She stares an icy smile, caught somewhere in reality - like looking through a mirror Don't remember her this way

Once so kind, some would say gentle, even Now rewinding, blinding Catch another glimpse in her eyes Of longing

The days run cold Smoke gathers at the seams Has she found her way? Will she ever be the same?

The smoke clears Sirens bound the night

(Feb 14, 2010)