Winter night and Summerset,
burning orange amber tyranny.
The world is sparkling in its own death,
out with a bang and we fall under.
Build three thousand walls
and I shall knock one down,
ferocious as I am..fear me...
just as you fear the joy I cannot bring to you.
For a smile's worth a hundred words
as is a a lovely picture frame..
but dearest, you're worth more
than three thousand picture frames.
The summer dies, wrapping itself
in a shawl of sweet aspen leaves
and they flame orange here,
the same as they do
three thousand miles
away.
