Cold City
Whispering Sons, Fenne Kuppens
It feels like the first winter in years
A dreamlike desire
Sprung out of silence and fear
Cold city
Calling upon my memories
I feel so torn, city
Calling upon these memories
In this still winter’s sun
She’s the image that returns
With all these tears unshed
And all the words we never said
How real is this love
Cold city
Calling upon my memories
I feel so torn, city
Calling upon these memories
The snow upon these blackenеd streets
A hardened hand
A hardenеd body between frozen sheets
A first shiver
The first shiver in years
Cold city