Don't Follow The Winter Thread

(альбом: Wanderlust - 2018)

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 in