Lyrics

Why is every moment in time Just as important As the last? Why do i remember? Why must we suffer? My heart so full Of all the poison you put into me Why must i remember The feeling Of your hands on mine? I wish you'd stop Speaking to me On that night I wore your dress You made me feel like the woman i am That crescent moon Those so few stars Fire Burning low The mud on our boots The last of our paint Take me back To this frozen plane And bury me in the snow