There's a cold layer of ice
That holds around my door
In the wintertime
From the cold ? pond
The breath is soul outpoured
In that precious time

He pulled the load before
And the only story they proposed to keep
Was turned to stone
Was turned to stone

There's a stowaway
Creeping through the cracks in the wall
By my bedside
And the king laid all the reasons
On my brow
It's been a fragile mine

It's a coal mine weeping
The whole thing's down
They're all your people
Don't you need them now?

She cries reason with the ghost
Gamble with the sons
Do what you must not
Not with my blood
Darling, darling, didn't you stare?
Darling, didn't I see you standing there?
In the winter
In the wintertime

There's a cold layer of ice
That holds around my breast
It burns all the time
For the last prayer that lingers
From a hole in the ground
An unsettled lie