Heartsick

because of love i have fallen ill
and you insist it is not yet winter?
the land of my heart is always chill

cold and unforgiving
and cruel
cruel most of all if i am living

don't look at me
bad luck to share a gaze with the dead
bad luck's the only luck i see

once there was a hot woman, warm bed
my heart her sacrifice
there's now a coldness there instead

it's a chill born of despair
of death
cold my lady fair