The golden light in the room meets an angel at a yule
But a twisted shape in the glass says that all things come to pass
Oh God, it started again, this feeling that extends
The darkened shadows inside make the whispers come alive
I my in hands, it when it
curl from the it scream?
you twist the curl shell does it scream?
The leaving this
I just want make
warmth feel just the cold
I my in hands, bleeds it
When twist the from the does it scream?
light that burns between us scratching at the door
will in the darkness dawn
When the shell scream?