One morning

Dew lays heavy on mottled wool,

So much mist that morning,

I felt it before I saw you.

I was sick before I was scared,

and scared before I was sorry.

My head filled with white noise,

choking down old fears,

my shoes packed down the snow

and my eyes held back tears.

Dew lays heavy on mottled wool,

So much mist that morning,

I felt you before I saw you.

I tripped on your arm,

I was sick before I was scared,

and scared before I was sorry.