Winter Fireworks

The sporadic taste of winter
Lays its waste across my fingers
As I try to trace the movement
Of my body to a warmer place
But everything has become much better
With a vast exception to the weather
I like that we can lay together
I'm glad we can pronounce forever
But in this life while I've been young
I've known much more to pass the tongue
Than words of love and rotten food
I'll tell you when I am in the mood
My fingers are your matches, lord
I use them to strike the chord that gets me high
There is no other way to fly

This music allows me to express
To sort out all the added stress
Of getting by from day to day
Without blowing myself away
And so you know, these words you hear
Are nothing if they are not sincere
I feel they give the right impression
Of everything I dare not mention
But I'm not looking for attention
Judge me by my words and actions
They are what I really am
I strive to be an honest man
Though sometimes it may sound abstract
It's just in what our language lacks to say
But i know there is no other way