Song: Winter Song by Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson
This is my winter song to you, the storm is coming soon, it rolls from the sea, my voice, a beacon in the night, my words will be your light to carry you to me, Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love
Cami: Crippled by pain, your brain is a slow moving train. Your vessels are popping out of your skin. Again, you give into this fray where you are not expected to win or survive. We are kin, we live to thrive in harmony. Misery loves company, therefore irony can be found within her symphony. You are a distant star that I can't hold onto much longer. Again, we give into this fray where we only see dark gray clouds. I wish I could say all the things I never told you back then when you had the gift of eternity. This kiss of death, bloody rain greets you. I love you enough to let go. Your afterglow, your invincible twin shadow picks up the pieces that you left behind ten days later.
They say that things just cannot grow beneath the winter snow or so I have been told they say we're buried far just like a distant star I simply can not hold, is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?
Klaus: Chasing angels, hold your breath and close your eyes. A peaceful quiet exit, slow painless farewell, euthanasia. Realm of no return, endless deep sleep. Nevermind me, everpresent wind of change. X marks the spot where you gave up the ghost and now rest undisturbed. I miss you, but I know you are in a much better place. There is distance between us and yet I can feel your presence.
This is my winter song December never felt so wrong cause you're not where you belong inside my arms
Cami: Shocking aftermath, an unwanted unexpected outcome. Hopeless deferred dream, the death of faith. Optimism is overshadowed by pessimism. Continuous bombshells and revelations, Karma's cruel tricks. At a loss for words, be solemn and still. Reaching a point of surrender, it is what it is. Momentarily frozen, a present and future game plan.
Bum bum bum, bum bum bum, bum bum bum, bum bum bum, bum bum bum, bum bum bum, bum bum
Klaus: In and out of darkness, in and out of the woods, I travel. Ready or not, here comes another bombshell. I bear bad news, but it is what it is. Silence is the best choice or maybe not. The truth unburdens me. Receive me with open arms and I will never deceive you. Unconditional describes your love for me. Silently, I suffer and fight my own battles. Time reveals what I have kept hidden inside and how much I truly do need you.
I still believe in Summer days, the seasons always change and life will find a way, I'll be your harvester of light and send it out tonight so we can start again, Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?
Cami: Ridiculous necessity, excessive tears, lamentations. Internal darkness, edge of nowhere, false hope. A lost hopeless cause, lingering ashes of a pipe dream. Solemn autumn, eternal silence, colorful hazy daze. Unexplainable supernatural high, relief in the aftermath of grief. Inner strength and much needed laughter, this second breath of life. Yesterday's missed opportunities grab me by the hand.
This is my winter song, December never felt so wrong cause you're not where you belong inside my arms, This is my winter song to you, the storm is coming soon, it rolls from the sea, my voice, a beacon in the night, my words will be your light to carry you to me
Klaus: Jaded faded passing glory, universal loss, miscarried justice. Plastic wings, lingering black magic. An unsung rosary, sleeping safe and sound underneath the ground. Tomorrow's swansong, safe false positive hope. Infant sorrow, colorful solemn Autumn. Your tears, your ashes speak beyond the grave. Continuous repetition, lost hopeless case. Eternity doesn't exist anymore.
Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?
Cami: A garden of hearts, an enchanted magical kingdom. A friend in need is a friend in deed to plant a seed of encouragement. A lovely Christmas melody, delicious food for the soul, mind and body. Candy-coated snowflakes, luxurious priceless treasures, a collection of memories. Unselfish agape love, a special kind of wisdom. Breaking dawn, random positive thoughts. Everlasting oxygen; a season of gratitude, celebration and transition. The chill in the air makes the warmth of home even more inviting. Heavenly solitude, beautiful divine sunshine. A garden of hearts, this unique sacred bloodline of mine. Remarkable fortitude, an ocean of endless possibilities. Soothing calmness, sweet dreams, newborn hope. Overflowing goodness, winter's blessings. Holy atonement, immeasurable depth, the length of heroic strength and faith, much needed comic relief.