Frost-Bite

satelites are turning
television's burning
shine on water
does it really matter?

and if violence make the waves flow
i will break every bone in your body
and if silence make the wind blow
i will listen to the beat of your frozen heart

the temperature is rising now
the talking waters are running dry
the lips are sealed - no thoughts revealed
and some will always say
there is a reason for everything
the love we made - the gifts i gave
the sun still shines for yesterday
and all my plastic angels
are falling from the sky
though all i've done was ever wrong
the ships are sailing - love has gone
so now it's down to me
and all i want is felicity