The Winter Woman Lyrics

The blood that we fount in a rather large amount

Matches the sample that we ran with the low platelet count

The small bit of ceramic that we found inside the kitchen

Fits into the saucer on the table with the sliver missing

The locket with no chain suffered a fate somewhat the same

A forceful entry broke the hinges to retrieve one of the pictures

The hair that matches the sample wrapped around the branch of the tree outside

I looked out the bedroom window, and just for a second i thought i saw me outside

Very scarily lost my balance, temporarily

Fell back in a fit of confusion and vertigo, apparently

Waited a minute and picked myself back up, carefully

The property line is back deeper than it at first appears to be

Hazy thoughts in my head that feel like manual interruption

Seeing formations of images and faint flashes of something

But i can't make out why, nothing more than a vague outline and a gut feeling

I need to get some fresh air and just wait outside

Out of the corner of my eye, thought i saw something out of place not right

On the gravel path out back, a small segment of frayed-out twine

Forgot what i was here for, for a little bit, and lost all track of time

As the wind picks up, the sun goes down around eight o'clock or nine

It feels like something trying to tell me something about the situation i'm surrounded by

But haven't been here long enough to figure out the steps and make out the signs

A sudden chill falls upon the face of this spacious land

Almost as cold as the countenance needed for the cold-case at hand

A faint glimmer up ahead that impeded my thoughts

And upon further investigation, a key to unlock

Almost as if something or someone conveniently dropped

The way for me to go and open the cedar wood box

Anticipation surges, urging to see what it's got

Back inside, into the room to see if it's secret, or not

Travel back up the stairs and there's something up with the air

It's almost as if i can feel the presence of somebody here

Key in the lock, it sent a surge of sorrow through my hand

And up my arm and shoulder, and dissipated into my head

The presence of a soul who weeps in pain, patiently

Guiding me to put it together correctly, as if it's plain to see

At least i hope that it is, with that said, the key going in

Reluctantly touched it then opened the lid

A stack of letters with nowhere to send

A simple gold band and a journal and a stack of photos with a friend

Faces too hazy and barely able to make out

Almost as it they had become more unfocused but only with them

Who was the one controlling the lens?

I feel like it was right about this time i felt my mind start to slowly descend

Suddenly, in the corner of the box, it was almost as if it was begging to be seen

A folded up note that was hid

Took it from the back, unfolded it, and it read

This is the place that god abandoned long before the first cornerstone that was set

A shiver up the spine, blindsided by a rush of emotions

That i was reminded that i don't want to let

Go of anything thats only purpose is holding me back

A struggle between the quickest release can slowly attack

Took the journal out and put it back and took it out

And decided to open it, where the spine of the book had cracked

Musings and goings-on were totally scratched

And scratched out the more that i read on, as i go to the back

Sadly, slowly getting close to the end

An entry in November anticipating

The first snow, so we can sled

Fuzzy memories of owning a goat as a kid

And a heamatoma behind the knee and a flash of a throat that was slit

A familiar figure follows to stand over the bed

The detail of the fresh linen sheets fills my nose with a scent

The more i read, the more the mournful need to feed

Becomes more apparent, as i begin to feel more alone in my head

All too familiar with the illegible, trauma-laden unintelligible scrawl

That can come from the strokes of a pen

The flow of ink and the motion in hand carefully calculated

How quickly the curse of the carcinoma can spread

Back to reality, apparently only a sec

It fades into the frame again, how long was i holding my breath?

The sacred union i used to resent leaves the wedding ring in the chest

What it represents, and for who it was meant

What it makes me think about to hold the piece of gold

If these walls could talk they'd tell the saddest story ever told

So, once again with feeling, the presence revealing

Through suspicion of a dried-up speck of stain that landed on the ceiling

Back downstairs, down the hallway

Follow to the red glow of the darkroom with all the clothespins holding up prints

Almost a trance-like state, with the zone that i'm in

Got a hold of it, but i don't really know what it is

A premonition that i need to go to the back to be shown a piece of information

But i need to know where it is

Decided to go and make a b-line stroll to the shed

Stopped only cause i swear i felt a piece of snow on my neck

To my surprise, its all getting clear

I look at the sky and notice the moment of the first snow of the year

Just in time to see a montage of a struggle make itself known

And then go almost as soon as it chose to be there

Visions of what the human eye can see under the surface of the water

Looking up with a face that's frozen in fear

Stomach in knots, going over a series of events

Led by a spirit that told me that i was chosen to be here

The painful memory, sour, salty, soaked in its tears

Floats to the top and stays without any way to go anywhere

Sure as shinola that no one was there

It was almost as if in that single moment is when she chose to appear

Out of the wisp and frond, an apparition began to take shape and form

And hover above the surface of the pond

The most beautiful thing i've ever seen

Almost as if it's something i could only ever dream to lay my eyes upon

She said, I am the winter woman, and i died here long ago

That's when she turned her hands to show the faces of her palms

Fair-skinned maiden, and her hair was long

Lips like rubies that became more noticeable to me as she began to talk

The madness that she thought that what she thought she had was love

And then of all that happened here, and all the sadness that it caused

The events that led all up into the moment that she saw

The sense of happiness and love was false and even that was gone

How there was once a time this property that i was on

Used to serve a purpose as it used to function as a farm

A wedding date was approaching, a sudden contusion was caused

By the lover driven by whatever it was that was trapped in the walls

A set of stairs that acts as a weapon to be thrown down

Was the extent of the level of premeditation that was involved

Taken by her beauty as she went on

The more she spoke, the more every word began to sound more like a classical song

A soul that was absolved of all the pain that it had caused

A fascination with asphyxiation had been acted upon

The transgressions of mere existence, in defiance of the one who was stabbed in the palm

And the perdition that will befall

She referred to life as, The human tragedy of great disaster

And how she always felt like a joke and so she hated laughter

How her mother would say why she never became a dancer instilled such a strong sense of failure

That every day she used to pray to get cancer

The silence of solitude comes with a price that no one should pay

And to do away with the notions of comfort and safety that i've been chasing after

And the only way in this life we can truly be freed is to seek

To kiss the face of God is what we need

With that she dissipated into the drift

Holding onto this moment was like trying to hold onto snow in my fist

Maybe it's just another days work to check off of the list

Another day in the life of the detective that does not exist