Hidden

The cold recalls
 The autumn wind
 The North comes to my side
 The piano plays
 The music molds
 And here I now abide
 Mourning what they bring to me
 Regretting how the cold
 Keeps within its cool degrees
 F*cking things we told
 Here you play upon the air
 Stinging beautifully
 Color me the blue of rain
 Freeze my apathy
 Tell those secret places
 Hidden like a dream
 I need a new salvation
 From what it doth redeem
 The snow is soon to come
 And I will sink into
 The painful tone, the winters home
 Where I have hidden you.