Blow out the lantern's core,
In the pitch black room named the darkest hour,
Close your eyes to make sure that the umbra is complete,
You'll see me there I promise you,
Waiting where we may not meet.
Just turn around and walk,
Away if you need to,
Don't think I want you;
I just need you,
I'd like for our paths,
To cross another day,
But please, not now.
So take my hand,
I'll guide you to the end,
Of the world,
Cross my palm with silver bullets,
Pinned between my hand and yours,
Drop your weapon where you stand;
Nothing but us may wound us here,
Forget all else,
Let yourself destroy me if you feel it's what I need.
So let's go where we may not return,
Let's follow me to follow you.
I'll keep to you to wastelands,
Forged through empty souls,
The snow will keep you warm there,
Metal heart, ice heart of mine,
Follow me too to the breaths of the tundra,
Whispering over the iron peaks of hesitation,
Hear them murmur to the frigid lakes of an emotion not yet named.
Will you let me let you,
Do all this and open up,
Perhaps the greatest thing that could break us in the end?
Will you let me let you,
Hold onto me despite my sin?
I promise, I will wait for you,
In the corner where we may not meet,
Is not cold what may soothe burns?
I'll heal all that you did to yourself,
As I did to me -
