The Waiter #4 - The Black Heart Procession

This is you and this is me

No one understands

What is this i’ve become

As memory fades

You left me years ago

Where the sky and the snow turn red

This is you and this is me

No one understands

This is why i’ve waited

To retrace a certain voice

Summer’s winter’s cure

Somewhere through the years

I replaced a certain pain

And summer’s winter’s cure

Yet i remain