End of the winterlight

I was twelve years old the December night I fell through the ice

An animal from my bones that I’d never known

Took ahold my mind

Gave me real eyes

It was real life

She said run for the fire

And they pulled me out

Said run through the trees

Don’t go thinking about

That freeze at the end of the winter light

This is real life

End of the winterlight

And the stars went quiet

Therе were no more jokеs about suicide

It’s the deal I strike

Inside-out and amplified

All my favorite songs showed another side

To this beast of mine with her real eyes

You and I: we still gotta dance, still gotta fuck

But when the night ends, our faces all made up

We’ll decide in the fight-or-flight

How to feel like this is real life

This is real

End of the winterlight

Now the dream’s my twenty-four-seven knife

It’s a blade of ice pushing slow into real life

I watch you sound asleep

It’s Christmas eve and the glowing ghost hums a lullaby

Into real life

So we still gotta laugh, still gotta joke

And I’m still wearing black

Still got a smoke machine

But since I fell through the ice

No smoke can hide the real everything

Run for the fire with fire on your wing

Wing with the animals siring sun and spring

At the end of the winter light

This is real life

Look through your real eyes

Look through them

This is myth and this is love

This is fiction

This is nothing

This is feeling

It’s enough all because

Since the end of the winterlight

I stopped minding the border of what’s pantomime

And what’s real life

And it feels right

This is real life

This is real

Wait

What was that animal?