Seasons collide from between the black and white As the winter reins you in and holds you tight
Echoes pull me through a landscape untouched Where some will never go Chasing avalanches through fields of snow Like animals so free to roam (Like animals so free to roam)
Held underwater, watching reflections rise Between needle and twine from unravelling nights that held up the sky The thread flows on and on and the snowflakes start to fall But if we chase it on we'll lose ourselves to the winter's beckon call
Through trees where light divides We walk towards a door that leads to compromise Never asking why They said don't follow the winter thread But we're already too foreign
It says it knows our plight but its words strike cold Hailing down upon our roofs, with every home it grows We'll retreat into the flaws where our hearts were born, opened and exposed Because we base our dreams in reality like faux, fading fools
Floral in bloom, yet our petals have no room to stretch out Losing them all to gloom
Our clothes are ragged and our health is poor Every home has shut their doors And the windows cover any hope of hearth or warmth Our aching soles can't go on for long, our feet are blistered and worn How long does the road go on? If no one helps us we'll soon be gone
Through trees where light divides We walk towards a door that leads to compromise Never asking why They said don't follow the winter thread But we're already too foreign
Let's return to the days where winds blew through our diamond bones Because if we move we may shatter and break Like poor, porcelain dolls
Clacking our heels at the door waiting for you to let us in With alabaster faces that fold over themselves from end to end The strings that tie and bind are dancing over our heads A tango of puppets that pretend to cut the strings Keeping their bodies in their beds
Through trees where light divides We walk towards a door that leads to compromise Never asking why They said don't follow the winter thread But we're already too foreign
Let's return to the days where winds blew through our diamond bones Because if we move we may shatter and break Like poor, porcelain dolls As the winter reins you inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
