[00:13.75]I've known mornings white as diamonds
[00:20.85]Silent from a night so cold
[00:26.51]Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides
[00:33.71]Our lives are buried in snow, oh, oh
[00:51.94]I was sifting through the piles
[00:59.80]In my hand a tangled thread
[01:03.91]Each patient tug upon the snarl
[01:11.46]Is a glimpse of what has been, oh, oh
[01:29.27]Burdened bands gain strong hands
[01:36.20]Gaping holes where diamonds should be
[01:40.80]Must have been the morning that stole them
[01:47.84]A glint of white in the pocket of winter, oh, oh
[02:05.00]And some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters
[02:11.20]Just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones
[02:16.66]Some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters
[02:23.10]Just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones, oh, oh
[02:53.55]I've known mornings white as diamonds
[03:00.36]Silent from a night so cold
[03:05.30]Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides
[03:12.85]Our lives are buried in snow
[03:18.31]Our lives are buried in snow