Harvest and Holly

Bury everything in snow;
Tops of trees
All of the windows
But he won’t love you
But he won’t love you
Fall into my autumn
A flame will burn at the end of the wick
Melts the height as the wax weeps
I put it out when I go to sleep
So the house won’t burn down
So the house won’t burn down
So the house won’t burn down
So the house won’t burn down
So the house won’t burn down