Lyrics
Flakes embrace the old barbed wire
Powdered dust of white and grey
Fall silent from the distant heavens
Upon my shoulder where they stay
Tranquility is a foolish escape
For jaded souls with blackened hearts
A game for no one else to play
You walk alone; act out your part
My boots are caked with slush and snow
These steps burn deeper than the last
Winter’s pleasure in stealing shelter
One man’s death; more will pass.
