Feeling the Wind Storm Through in Lansing

Every time I shiver
I feel your arms pressing against my heart
The cold so burning with the memory of your eyes
The delicious, beautiful cold
Why is it so warm?
When all I want for you is that you feel at home
When all I want for me is that you can come home to me
When it all boils down to the freezing question of "home"
Why did you leave the ice?
Why here, to this hellish oblivion?
The frost has melted away, and it takes so much to live
So much, just to walk, in that way you have of walking,
So much, to breathe sweet breath
So damn much to be completely blind,
Though you see, through those eyes,
"All the world's a stage"
But some of us are the players
And some of us are the invisible dark.