The Headwinds

There was a cold December snow,
On the streets and towns below,
You stuck you name into the ground with me.
But love, like all frigid things,
We did melt away with ease,
Washed away in liquid ease,
We set out into the sea.
Like a wave upon the shore,
We rose up and crashed back down upon ourselves.
And the words that fill our lips,
Bitter shrieks and evil quips,
Oh how they stain, oh they stain the ground below.
Like the horn that breaks the fog,
I beat down here on my chest, love, like a drum.
And you’ll hear my growling voice,
Once so silent, now I’ve got no goddamn choice.
But to sing my favourite song,
Like the headwinds; filling soon out of my lungs.
Now I’m fighting with the flow,
Now what’s left here? I don’t know.
Should I stay, or should I go?
La, da, da, da, da, da, da
And the luck we had it leaves,
But our fate, it was to die away with ease.
And my dear, in years to come, will you think of me with hate here, or with
love.
And oh this house,
We blew the storm,
It crumbles back,
To the earth below,
And I am done,
And you are done,
And we are gone,
And nothing’s left here but this song.