Lyrics: Robyn Jacob
Music: Robyn Jacob
During cold dark days like these
Lost in bed or in families
Past and future
Fold together
And funnel time right down the crease
A-h a-h A-h a-h
Softly treacherous moments like these
Last year’s bell tolling in the dark
Sounds of a heart cracked apart
Bursting like a frozen pipe
Puddling in the failing light
Teary shadows on the floor
A-h a-h A-h a-h
Later leaking out the door
I guess it’s a good time to feel the silence
Stop trying to reconcile firmament to turbulence
Reading into fake music on the tree ornaments
And hang up the tools of self improvement
A-h a-h A-h a-h
Some things will hit, some will miss
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