You can call me from a snow white, star lit stairway I may hear and not be far away at all But the sounds of our winters love at night time They have vanished, they have silenced, into fall You can crystalize through my minds weary wanderings
I may see your shadowed image on my wall As starring, laughing, grieved by your indifference I would rather feel the pain than none at all If again I really see your face before me And we lie again together side by side Don't call me as I walk into the morning Please just realize that pure has often died You can call me from a snow white, star lit stairway I may hear, and not be far away at all But the sounds of our winters love at night time They have vanished, they have silenced, into fall