The twisting in his stomach
Was telling a tale
Of a turning heart
Was telling a tale
Of a turning heart
While he filled the pages
With the shards of words
Of a burning artShe lies under sheets
And stares up at a dancing thought
That has taken flight
Beneath this chilly sky
It’s the hope of something beautiful
That has taken the night
Between them sits a road
A road so covered in snow
Some say, it could make you blind
A road so covered in snow
Some say, if you waited just long enough
It would be a beautiful place to find
ur words fits so beautifully togetther