What would it take to make this feeling fade?
For you to suck this pain from me?
How long will it take for spring to return?
For the sun to burn this ice away?
Perhaps it is only for Christ to say,
But new gods rule the skies these days
Take these hideous dreams away
Bring my back to when life was child's play
Save me from the endless death
And the harshest days
A frozen tundra of snow and ice
Months of cruel unforgiving lights
Bring me back to when the flowers bloom
For the sweet scent of chrysanthemums on a warm humid night
Is truly the only thing that can save me
From this self-made gloom