Instar - Breath of God

Winter winds through frosted trees rattle crisp and darkened leaves
And all our fires trail into purple skies
Pink cheek faces on the panes stare at smoky voices strained
The evening chills bring water to their eyes

And winterland is silver stained
Deep and crisp and charred remains
Our hearths are filled with glowing crackle logs
Time has slowed its racing hands to
Embrace the new year and our plans
Should we survive the icy breath of god

Huddled figures crowd the streets their smiles are brave and cold deceit
And all those sweet aromas are competing
Sallow withered aged souls who live from hand to mouth are bold
Their questions like their faces are just fleeting

And winterland is silver stained
Deep and crisp and charred remains
Our hearths are filled with glowing crackle logs
Time has slowed its racing hands to
Embrace the new year and our plans
Should we survive the icy breath of god

Winter winds through frosted trees rattle crisp and darkened leaves
And all our fires trail into purple skies
Spring is watching from the stalls it longs for feathered herald calls
They will bring the colour to our eyes - to these eyes

And winterland is silver stained
Deep and crisp and charred remains
Our hearths are filled with glowing crackle logs
Time has slowed its racing hands to
Embrace the new year and our plans
Should we survive the icy breath of god - of god
Our hearths are filled with glowing crackle logs
Time has slowed its racing hands to
Embrace the new year and our plans
Should we survive the icy breath of god

Written by:
Richard Bell

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find