I drew you out of the freezing cold dream
And laid you down in the warm thing
Where pine branches hang low and stars
Get mixed up with the falling snow
I did that because that was the best thing for you
But you asked if I felt the way it felt to you
And refused to leave if you couldn't know
I forgave you for doing so
Even if it leaves you with a quiet feeling
That kind of thing has a double meaning
When you throw it up to see if I'll catch it
I'll catch it and hold it close to me
Even if it leaves you with a quiet feeling
That kind of thing has a double meaning
What you're after may prove to be
A flame that doesn't move
Despite its stillness, that's still me
Holding on for good or ill.
That persists whether you're all right
Or as all right as you ever will.

And did you know at the moment of midnight
A voice says the word, "Midnight,"
Again and again?

Did you know each moment you spend with me
Is like a hallowed memory
Until it ends?

The snowflakes gather on your face
Eyes flinching at their soft embrace.
With catching breath you sigh and taste
The thing it sends.