You still keep your memories Of Christmas trees on fire Dragging on your cigarette Your last one for the night Winter, 1943 Rolled down hill in the snow Shaking in the polar wind With no one there to hold Open your eyes I've been hiding in plain sight Spare another hour or two Of your barebones history Hanging over every word As if they're meant for me Open your eyes I've been hiding in plain sight Open your eyes I've been hiding in plain sight Pure days of heaven Before the locust Bittersweet summers Running with the horses Hidden in your lips Someone to mourn And a dying wish To be reborn