Abalone Sky

Patterns, patterns salt to taste

Recipe has lost its place

You hold it in your mind

Passed down along the vine

You can use it anytime

Walk me to your mothers grave

Dust the snow off from her name

My poem of the day

You showed me the way

I wanna hug you

But i don't wanna pass the pain

I wanna kiss you

But then i'd be to blame

Let's try another day

And let's just keep

Walking snowstorm in the pines

A red, a jack and a white

Hushed along the city lights

I'm glad we got out tonight

Climb and climb and climb this hill

New views of a town we both grew still

Never seen before high above the store

You don't work there anymore

Tell me what i can't unlearn

Will you be buried or burned

Drifts of snow that take their turn

Carving the edge

Thinking about death

What's behind and what's left

What's left

Patterns patterns 1, 2, 3

What's the age difference between

You and me

When love is deafening

And i can't hear

Hear

A thing