An icy wind over the water carries an echo from the world of the dead
A greeting from a jealous mocking sea
And winter wears down the pier's hut, and tears lanterns from a celebrated July
From the ferris wheel's skeleton of wood and stone
(I want to have you, you are mine you are only mine)
(I want to have you, I am yours I am only yours)
Inside the city rules a constant low-season
The restaurants stand empty the year round
And on the bars the wrecks cling tight
We mourn a lost burden
The snow helps the debris to land
Black branches obscure the white house
I have not been here since all was yours
A for-sale sign covered in snow and sand
And on the veranda sing the wind chimes your song
And empty windows stand and strike now the night long
And old memories are the flakes that whirl
Against a sky of iron and poison and lead
Like a Romeo in jeans on your balcony
I am the shadow by your screen door one more time
And your dress is like rags in my hand
And I leave no footprints, even in the sand