Digging Your Grave ((In the Snow))

Why do you even bother?
The snowflakes now cover o'er your soul.
My darling dearest, don't you see?
'but Jack Frost with eyes of coal.

I can't remember yesterday,
back when snow was melting in the sun.
Marching, marching, marching;
to the beat of a broken little drum.

Can you feel it pounding?
Come on, darling, I dare you! Yes, I do.
Frost bite makes for lovely days,
submerge yourself in black and blue.

The snow is swirling faster...
the air gets ever thick.
The sky is growing orange
and the roads are slidding slick.

This white is ever pressing,
can you feel it in your veins?
Wave away the summer dreams,
and with them slides your pain.

The colour seems opressive,
or maybe it's the lack-there-of.
Oh, darling, neck ties and heaven...
just dying to rise above.

Oh, darling, can you tell quite yet?
Can you tell I write them all for you?
Or do you hide it all away,
tell yourself it isn't true?

Come on, sunshine, dim a little faster..
rip it off so it don't hurt.
You seem now to have forgotten
that it can always get much worse.

Green eyes trickle icecicles,
falling upon fake piano keys.
The ebony and ivory,
they remind you of you and me.

But build yourself a castle,
and make it out of snow.
Darling, digging yourself a grave...
most exciting death I know.

The doves can flutter all about;
a rose, crimson just like you.
December's bearing down on us,
Juliet...you know it's true.