Oh, what a travesty
To think that nothing is wrong
And suffer
The darkness anyway
Shall we blame the light?
The lack of it?
Shall we blame the light?
The lack of it?
Our stars burn constantly
With an unbearable fire
Yet stills holds our breath
Under nights surface!
A winters gasp enough to survive
To hold on, to hold on!
And believe in day, in happiness
In the confidence of warmth
Can I hold my breath through this?
Can I hold my breath through this?
Did I waste enough of the summer
On tillage and hoarding?
Did I worry enough
To worry again
Is this every year?
Did I worry enough
To worry again
Is this every year?
Have I lost enough of the day
To survive the night?
And time away from family
From lovers
From songs
I hate this!
Work is the shackle
Debt is the cage
