Minneapolis

I've been waiting for you to come back since you left Minneapolis



Snow covers the street lamps and the windowsills



The buildings and the brittle crooked trees



Dead leaves of December thin skinned and splintered



Never gotten used to this bitter winter



I've been wasted, angry and sad since you left Minneapolis



I wish my thoughts were pure like the driven snow



Like the Heavens and the spring's virgin buds



But they strangle me with their sin fill me up with poison



Black clouds have covered up the sun again



I can always trace it back to that night in Minneapolis



Here on the seventh floor in a room I can't call mine



Deadbolt on the door, do not disturb sign



Shaking and trembling on the clean white linen



Slivers of starlight across the ceiling



A dozen yellow roses all that's left in Minneapolis



I wish I'd never seen your face or heard your voice



You're a bad pain in my gut I wanna spit you out



Open up this wound again let my blood flow red and thin



Into the glistening, into the whiteness



Into the melting snow of Minneapolis