作词 : Will Roud
 作曲 : Will Roud
Love's twisted logic ties its knots
Neatly formed and justified
Where are the flames in your hair?
You comb them out each morning, and let them go out in the air
Celebrate this evening
We'll thank our gods
And note the moon's position against the bright stars
We'll bring about a new year
To promise change
And though we'll never sow no seeds
We'll pray for rain