Feels well, a flowery noontide And tell a tale of springtime Someone will call, hungry to spite me Absent from luck and blame so slightly In sight, the tale goes hiding Reveal a bite, skin tightening Soon gone the thought, am I distracted Please cover up, our lies are abandoned So sad, but yet so rightly We took the tale so lightly Snows are so far, and lost stars lightening To enter scorned and tramples tightening