[00:00.000] 作曲 : Tom Byrne/Igor Serokvasha
[00:13.107]Seasons collide from between the black and white
[00:18.907]As the winter reins you in and holds you tight
[00:38.695]Echoes pull me through a landscape untouched
[00:43.931]Where some will never go
[00:45.158]Chasing avalanches through fields of snow
[00:48.757]Like animals so free to roam
[00:51.780](Like animals so free to roam)
[01:04.758]Held underwater, watching reflections rise
[01:11.184]Between needle and twine from unravelling nights that held up the sky
[01:17.612]The thread flows on and on and the snowflakes start to fall
[01:22.733]But if we chase it on we'll lose ourselves to the winter's beckon call
[01:30.990]Through trees where light divides
[01:34.420]We walk towards a door that leads to compromise
[01:37.598]Never asking why
[01:38.666]They said don't follow the winter thread
[01:42.346]But we're already too foreign
[01:44.911]It says it knows our plight but its words strike cold
[01:51.166]Hailing down upon our roofs, with every home it grows
[01:57.646]We'll retreat into the flaws where our hearts were born, opened and exposed
[02:02.433]Because we base our dreams in reality like faux, fading fools
[02:11.949]Floral in bloom, yet our petals have no room to stretch out
[02:19.780]Losing them all to gloom
[02:22.380]Our clothes are ragged and our health is poor
[02:25.448]Every home has shut their doors
[02:28.252]And the windows cover any hope of hearth or warmth
[02:35.219]Our aching soles can't go on for long, our feet are blistered and worn
[02:41.130]How long does the road go on?
[02:43.838]If no one helps us we'll soon be gone
[02:48.343]Through trees where light divides
[02:51.107]We walk towards a door that leads to compromise
[02:54.524]Never asking why
[02:55.577]They said don't follow the winter thread
[02:59.014]But we're already too foreign
[03:01.451]Let's return to the days where winds blew through our diamond bones
[03:06.382]Because if we move we may shatter and break
[03:10.368]Like poor, porcelain dolls
[03:13.995]Clacking our heels at the door waiting for you to let us in
[03:19.943]With alabaster faces that fold over themselves from end to end
[03:27.331]The strings that tie and bind are dancing over our heads
[03:33.771]A tango of puppets that pretend to cut the strings
[03:37.993]Keeping their bodies in their beds
[03:45.473]Through trees where light divides
[03:48.793]We walk towards a door that leads to compromise
[03:52.068]Never asking why
[03:52.489]They said don't follow the winter thread
[03:56.611]But we're already too foreign
[03:59.193]Let's return to the days where winds blew through our diamond bones
[04:04.012]Because if we move we may shatter and break
[04:08.238]Like poor, porcelain dolls
[04:17.525]As the winter reins you in