Breath of God

Winter winds through frosted trees rattle crisp and darkened leaves And all our fires trail into purple skies Pink cheek faces on the panes stare at smoky voices strained The evening chills bring water to their eyes And winterland is silver stained Deep and crisp and charred remains Our hearths are filled with glowing crackle logs Time has slowed its racing hands to Embrace the new year and our plans Should we survive the icy breath of god Huddled figures crowd the streets their smiles are brave and cold deceit And all those sweet aromas are competing Sallow withered aged souls who live from hand to mouth are bold Their questions like their faces are just fleeting And winterland is silver stained Deep and crisp and charred remains Our hearths are filled with glowing crackle logs Time has slowed its racing hands to Embrace the new year and our plans Should we survive the icy breath of god Winter winds through frosted trees rattle crisp and darkened leaves And all our fires trail into purple skies Spring is watching from the stalls it longs for feathered herald calls They will bring the colour to our eyes - to these eyes And winterland is silver stained Deep and crisp and charred remains Our hearths are filled with glowing crackle logs Time has slowed its racing hands to Embrace the new year and our plans Should we survive the icy breath of god - of god Our hearths are filled with glowing crackle logs Time has slowed its racing hands to Embrace the new year and our plans Should we survive the icy breath of god