and you trusted me
to share your winter days
and if snow befell us
ours would be the fire
but the winter came
and I had moved away
and I lost my love
and the secret of desire
and I drink too much
and still dream of your eyes
and an acid shame
is seeping thru my lies
and I make my choice
between malt whisky and rye
and I hear a muffled boom
in a morbid sky
and a young girl
follows her father on horseback
down a country lane
but the father never looks back
and a mother sits at home
and paints her nails
and the yourng girl lives
between the silence and the gale