Crimson

Original song.

Lyrics:
The night flows like crimson down my face
And outside in the air, there's a funny little taste
And I know despite how it appears
It's just the same old same underlying fears

Winter rushes in on the tail of a summer breeze
And my life stalls as the engines freeze
I blink and I miss the warm flood
Of the autumn in the trees and the smell of their blood

Freezer burn leaves such a chill
And your demons will do what they will
But springtime is right around the bend
It's the same year after year until we get to the end

The wind feels like silk upon my face
And outside in the air, there's a lush evergreen taste
Turning, turning, again and again
We can will this thing around; we can push it to the edge

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