February

February

I was a child 
He was a child 
In a land not so far fromthe sea 
Such a cold, cold night 
The angels betrayed me 
Their beauty is like 
The sharp end of a knife 
God had His favourite angel 
Wearing a wire that night 

February 
Not Annabelle Lee 
February 
Wait for me 

I used to skate 
Across a fozen lake 
Out by the woods 
The best i could 
I know the taste of ice 
As it shifts and breaks 

February 
Not Annabelle Lee 
February 
Wait for me