Wind blow wind

And fire cackle

Overcoats and skies that crackle

We climb mountains - hillsides down

Peel our fingers on the ground

Some religion - whisky too

All my soulbones warming through

Answer something, we climb higher

Burn our fingers in the fire

The fire!

Unchanged things know not of caution

Only meant to pass the time

Winter leaves us all forsaken

Some of us feel more alive