Blizzard - Songs & Poems of Vynce & Simon

line by lie they smile and have their faces rendered
and cry by night the while for the changes tendered
he wishes off and on that he were quickly growing old
when love is lost and gone and there is loneliness to hold
so see the blankets as they're sliding falling of the bed
and he just shakes his head: the words are said

they will land tangled, useless, and each will struggle on
trying to bear the cold together till they meet the dawn
swearing this is true while wond'ring when the thing will end
and how and who'll be hurt and who will have to just pretend

she got what she wanted; three feet of snow
castles she built that melt now and flow
a hill with a guardian, white and well packed
a tree with the berries her old home had lacked
wind that could carry her whipping her clothes
but contentedness fades as it hardens her nose

now her boots are all wet and her socks have turned grey
with the stain of the city by the end of the day
her coat is too short to keep in heat much
and still snags when she sits and drags in the slush
yea she got the hill and the snow and the sled
and polka dot mittens and a hat on her head

but no time to play now, to slide or to fall
she has to work or there's nothing at all
three hours invested and wasted in him
for she didn't get a picture and he'll die on the wind

warm flannel sheets hide like the lovers under quilts
forgotten garden flowers in windowsills now wilt
oaths of love by summer moons by winter sun is dead
warmth and ease become cold glare and choice is chain instead
and in the bare oak branches sit the lost and lonely birds
with their tunes of mating sad now like the people, blankets, words

but no time to play now, to slide or to fall
she has to work or there's nothing at all
three hours invested and wasted in him
for she didn't get a picture and he'll die on the wind