Harvest and Holly - Tancred

Bury everything in snow;

Tops of trees

All of the windows

But he won’t love you

But he won’t love you

Fall into my autumn

A flame will burn at the end of the wick

Melts the height as the wax weeps

I put it out when I go to sleep

So the house won’t burn down

So the house won’t burn down

So the house won’t burn down

So the house won’t burn down

So the house won’t burn down