story of the song: borrowing from Coyote and/or Loki and blending a few origin of death legends, and a cold that likes to linger
Lyrics
looking for a special scene
one with white fields
and a tall blue spruce tree
looking for a special dream
one that seems real
with a touch of will be
looking for a place to nest
one with warmth
and comfortable bed
looking for a place to rest
one with a hearth
and a view of the bled
smoke rising from their chimneys
speaking in quiet subtext
après solitude, après evening
waiting for the spring of what's next
when the night is the darkest
the strangest things one can find
the memes, so longs and the florists
yeah all those things we left behind
when the night is the darkest
even the dimmest light will shine
can't find the leaves for the forest?
might be winter, might be time
might be winter, might be time ...
