I'm pale I've brought it back to winter tale
So spare the ghosts around my neck
The winds against the sails
I'm shivering up a storm of roadside pines
Thirst shreds the ballast cold
And shows the olden times
I'm bold and sorrow thrown into the day
Into the barrels of the sun I turned and found a way
The naked branches cut the empty air
The river birds have fled away
From all their wear and tear
The covered surface hugs the board
But keeps in the sky
A childhood glimpse that keeps you warm
But hangs you to dry
The shameful dream, the shameful face
That pulls on your heart
Those brittle winds will keep the dawn
From you at the start
So bring me choirs to ease me on my way
So bring me screams of organs for the day
So bring me choirs to brighten all the gales
So bring me screams of organs and the wails
Of winter tales
I heard a lonely voice cut through the rain
"So take away my conscious mind and
Take away my fame,"
To embrace the day to cut through my only soul
I'd starch my love of all its parts
To the blackness of burnt coal
