
BEN BOSTICK
ARIA
Aria, the autumn breeze is busy painting all the trees
Red and gold against a canvas of purest blue
When the chill upon the air renders all the branches bare
Hear me crying out, crying out for you
My Aria, I miss you, Aria
The touch of your hand when the cold winds blow
My Aria, I need you, Aria
My breath, my blood, forever Aria
I’ve been trying to smile more—I know that’s what you’re wishing for
How can something once so easy be so hard?
What I’d give to hold you now, just to feel you reaching out
Stop me falling down, falling down too far
My Aria, I miss you, Aria
The warmth of your eyes in the falling snow
My Aria, I need you, Aria
My breath, my blood, forever Aria
Just listen to me
These selfish complaints, my hopeless refrain
As I water the grave with my useless tears
As if that could bring you back here
Back to me
My Aria, I miss you, Aria
The heat of your arms when the nights turn cold
My Aria, I need you, Aria, Aria, Aria
My breath, my blood, forever Aria