Memento of a secret sorrow

I adore good lyrics. They are what poems are for people of the past centuries: I could recite them anytime accurately. The only thing better than that would be filling out the blanks, ie. what each line makes me think. Here I present Sting-Hounds of Winter combined with Peter (Sting in italics, Peter normal)

"The Hounds Of Winter"

Mercury falling

I rise from my bed,

So it's just another damn morning. It's freaking cold. I hate waking up early.

Collect my thoughts together

I have to hold my head

Allright, it's not just another damn morning. There has to be something wrong out there. 

It seems that she's gone

There we go. It's again about Her.

And somehow I am pinned by

The Hounds of Winter

Howling in the wind

Even simple things annoy me.

I walk through the day

My coat around my ears

I told you it was cold.

I look for my companion

I have to dry my tears

It seems that she's gone

Leaving me too soon

It's always too soon. It"s always too late. It's never in the right time. Poor me. 

I'm as dark as December

I'm as cold as the Man in the Moon

Just some rhetoric shit to explain how bad I feel.

I still see her face

As beautiful as day

Her face was actually more beautiful than day.

It's easy to remember

Remember my love that way

Sure, linger on the moment that has already passed.

All I hear is that lonesome sound

The Hounds of Winter

They follow me down

Damn those dogs.

I can't make up the fire

The way that she could

I spend all my days

In the search for dry wood

It's all cool getting out of my life and taking the lighter of my heart, bitch.

Board all the windows and close the front door

I can't believe she won't be here anymore

Locking myself up seems definitely a good idea.

I still see her face

As beautiful as day

It's easy to remember

Remember my love that way

Time to burn those photos, Peter.

All I hear is that lonesome sound

The Hounds of Winter

They follow me down

Damned dogs.

A season for joy

A season for sorrow

A season for joy, infinite seasons for sorrow.

Where she's gone

I will surely, surely follow

I just wish...

She brightened my day

She warmed the coldest night

She took the lighter! Burn her photos!

The Hounds of Winter

They got me in their sights

I'm ending up as puppy food.

I still see her face

As beautiful as day

It's easy to remember

Remember my love that way

I would never forget you, even though bitch is the most proper word to refer to you.

All I hear is that lonesome sound

The Hounds of Winter

They harry me down

I'm done. That's what you get when you steal my heart, its lighter and the only thing you leave me by are some damn photos of your pretty face. Damn you, woman. Damn you for ever. May the Hounds of Winter come for you once and harry you down. Down to cehennem.