text: A soft breeze
  With the slippery concrete black and full of muddy slush
  Contrasting with the hoarfrost, clean and hung
  On a tunnel of silent shivering trees
  The ones you said youd like to be
  And the birds that screamed at the sun
  Now buried deep below the ground
  Beneath the snow, I press my shoulder to this wall between us
  I know you are behind me and I press my shoulder to this wall
  Determined not to turn around
  I didnt see you standing
  Still that statue that I moulded in my mind to kiss
  So beautiful youll never move again
  Someplace far away
  At some sad table littered with chipped plates
  With bad light in 48 frames from a movie on the cutting room floor
  You said, True meaning would be dying with you
  And though I wanted to, I did not smile
  But now I will give up on this wall that I have fought with
  Never uncover meaning behind our rich words
  If I could I would make you a raging river
  With angry rapids supplied with rain
  So you could always meander
  And forever be able to run away
  Without contending
  With myths wrongly interpreted
  With pain
  A harsh wind
  A harsh wind