Winter Solstice Watcher lyrics

The stubble on my face engraves
My lack of compassion
I'm counting the grass blades
To pass the time
Queen sized comfort awaits
My tired eyes
Remember me?

I'm your satire's locksmith
You referred to the way
Of the sword as hope
Despite the blade in your back
Two days pass and there is still
No sign of the sun

But your wait calmly playing
Checkers with your gut instinct

On the contrary to the heart's
Self imprisonment
Your horse shoes fall like hail
I hear your name in the wind
My collapsible heart skips a beat

You remain in my head only
As a bitter sweet memory
I've given up sleep
So I can pray for you
Day by day, I bite my tongue
The mental song is sung out loud
It shakes the ground beneath you