Winter Solstice

We fell 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

I have my gods, will you give me my ghosts?

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

Tell the fire to die, whoa

(Sons and daughters)

Tell the fire to die, whoa

(Sons and daughters)

Tell the fire to die