Winter Is for Kierkegaard

Winter is for Kierkegaard Been mapping out these shining stars And overcoats that point There's art in reaching through the vast expansive sky Oh holy night Did you always ask me 'how and why' And I always answer 'poo qua pie' We are young and we are free And all the world rests at our feet and why? Hell why not? And I'm not sorry about the weather It's cold and it's calm and it's clear And we'll sit inside and we'll talk about whatever Til the sky falls down around us I take my coffee with my cream And all the world is as at it seems And home is not so far away But it is for another day ahead, I think And all the while this solid world melts into air And permanence becomes a prayer An echo rising from the deep To wake the hearts of those who sleep alone We have miles to go And I'm not sorry about the weather It's cold and it's calm and it's clear And we'll drink some wine and we'll talk about whatever Til the sky falls down around us I've seen the world in black and white And I've seen the fire and the light And violence and calm Despite it from the through I decide that I know nothing No nothing Winter is for Kierkegaard And reaching, reaching through the dark And holding onto that honest heart With every bit of like you have and it's all Oh it's alright And I'm not sorry about the weather It's cold and it's calm and it's clear And we'll sit inside and we'll talk about whatever Til the sky falls down around us