White Words - Eliza Rickman

White winds blow, drifting over the inside

Cold breath flow- chill a soul on the outside

Will it slow- turn your head til it feels right

Lay it low- turn back on our heart fight

Black fog slow- crawling over the hillside

Cold words go, calling under the outside

Slain for no falling down on the inside

Lay me low- turn your back on our heart fight

Warm will glow- burn a hand on your frost bite

Down down down- make a deal with the daylight

Satellite love- hover over our hot night

Dead bones know- carry them til you feel fine