In the White

Are you in, or are you out? The words are stones, in my mouth. Hush little baby, don't you cry. Truth comes down, strikes me in the eye. Turning season within, brand new nails, across my skin. But who am I to imply, that I was found, that I found you in the white. To overcome this, I become one, with the quiet cold, of late November. If you don't see, I'll remain unseen, until there's time, to be remembered. So I had a green light, I was lost in city lights. Not so far from a try, this is not our last goodbye. So I had a green light, I was lost in city lights. Not so far from a try, this is not our last goodbye. Are you in, or are you out? The words are stones, in my mouth. Little baby, don't you cry. So I found you, found a way all through, the quiet cold of inner darkness. Now that you're here, it becomes so clear. I have waited for you always.