Winter Solstice

We fall from a dying tree We wait for it to leave I wanna be, I wanna be Leave ashes for borrowed instruments and borrowed hearts We will pass them on to every saint and dead lover (?) 'til he'll give me my ghost Sons and daughters, May you kill what my blind heart could not Sons and daughters, May you kill what my blind heart could not Sons and daughters, May you kill I saw your grandfather's death on the news Remembered when you took me me to your room You put your hand over your chest So that the fire would rage Whoa I... I put my hand over my chest, sons and daughters I put my hand over my chest, sons and daughters I put my hand over my chest, sons and daughters So that the fire would rage Yeah, you know better ways to fall Yeah, you know better ways to fall You know better ways to fall You knock me down, knock me down Put my cold hand over my cold heart Turn the fire and die whoa Turn your fire and die whoa Turn the fire to die