The Bleak Below

In fire breaks
Half burnt on cinder block
The spent corpse of old guy Fawkes
And winter treading soft

When the air thins and the pines decline
I take your hand in mine
Autumn dealt her final round
Has blended the green and the white

But you frown and raise a finger to the wind
"These days are short and unkind
The ground is hard and it promises cold
Come home my dear let us hide."

But I don't care
About the cold
I feel good
In the frost and snow
Take my scarf
And wear my coat
I'm at home
In the bleak below

With ragged wool
Draped loose around your neck
You really are quite something to behold
The warmest touch I've known yet
My skin still tingles from the wet of a kiss
Plumes of breath fill the air
The crunch underfoot and the droplets of ice
On grass, on heather, on hair

But you shudder and turn to check the sun
"The dusk will come before long
The sky is bare, and it promises cold
Come home my dear let us run."

But I don't care
About the cold
I feel good
In the frost and snow
Take my scarf
And wear my coat
I'm at home
In the bleak below

The withered tree
The deserted sky
The morning breeze
Biting behind the eye
Blood like fire
And breath like smoke
Stay with me
In the bleak below