This is the first song I've written in four months.

My eyes watch you divide
I'm caught in your cold
In a breeze that could hold
And all your words made of snow
And I know where this goes
I just don't want to give up on all my ghosts
At all, at all, at all.

So would you choose my disease?
The one they can't diagnose
The cure is right under your nose
Or would you rather to know
Well I could tell you you're ill
But nobody could cure those chills
At all, at all, at all.

Well we've always made the best with what we've got.
You let your dreams spill over to your thoughts
You let the clouds and the oceans all collide
You fold me in so I can watch you divide.