«Terminal Burrow»
commonly known as
«The Hypothermia Blues»
i.

Your feet are walking across the snow
By the north-west passage where the glaciers grow
The soft aurora around your head calls me on.
The driving blizzards form your veil: call me on.

ii.

Your feet are walking across the snow
You reach out your hand—you beckon—I follow.
Your eyes provide my only light. Call me on.
Your breath imbues my world with life. Call me on.

Your arms round my neck are holding me tight:
Take off my coat, lead me into the night,
I'll follow you away from the fire.
Don't let me go.
iii.

Your feet are walking across the snow
You take away my warmth, I don't need it now.
Kiss your ice into my lungs, call me on.
Abuse me, lose me, drag me home, call me on.

iv.

Your feet are walking across the snow
You pull me deep into my terminal burrow
Let me sleep and let me freeze. Call me on.
Let me sleep and let me freeze. Call me on.

Your arms round my neck &c.