On Punchbowl Trail I left
My heart wrapped up in coal
The match that you set under me
Could never make me whole
It was warm and it gave light
But my frost could not resist
To melt would be to lose myself
In your eyes and their bright mist
I close my eyes to keep from crying
And I still can see you there
You are to me the spots you see
After glimpsing at a glare
The sun can do this to you
Just like a lamp or light
And your vision in my head remains
Even through the black of night
In my sleep I touch you
With my hands that are so cold
You shiver to try to make me warm
With your dreams as yet untold
On Punchbowl Trail my breath
Blew out the fading match
I picked up my heart of coal
Put it back and closed the hatch
You looked on as I locked it up
My eye cried a tiny tear
I had not shut if fast enough
So now I still see you standing here
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