Desire Froze Here - Afterhours

Nothing to say and nowhere

No way to say it

We wear all of our regrets

Yet fail to display it

We lie our goodbye

Like we don’t know

It’s a sicken scarlet simple bandaged

Tourniquet to keep the silence secret

Bending with every breeze, you’re a

Tall disperate flower, you’re a

Waving suicidal

Desolate hour

Pantomime

Is your tragedy

It’s a thin line here between you sorrow

And your cunning

Desire, desire froze here

Just looks like love from a distance

Desire, desire froze here

Just the path of least resistance

Sooner or later time goes

Leaves you behind

You’re just an ancient language

No-one can find

Pantomiming your tragedy

With the winter and the splinters

A disintegrating thing

Desire, desire froze here…