Dashing as the day we met
Only there is something I don't recognize
Though I cannot name it yet, I know it
Beautiful is what you are
Only somehow wearing a frightening disguise

I can see the winter in your eyes, love, telling me:
“Thank you, we're done here, not much to say
We are together but I have had Dividing Day.”

So when, when was this day?
Was it on the church step?
Suddenly you're out of love
Does it go creeping slowly?
When was your Dividing Day?

I can see the winter in your eyes now, telling me:
“Go now, we did it, you curtsied, I bowed
We are together, but no more love, no more love allowed”

When was dividing day?
Was it on the church step?
Did it happen right away?
Were you lying next to me, hiding what you couldn't say?
How could I have guessed?
Was your cheek upon my chest? An ocean away?
When was, when was, when was Dividing Day?