A Winter Tale

I'm pale, I've brought it back to winter tale
 So spare the ghosts around my neck
 The winds against the sails
 I'm shivering up a storm of roadside pines
 Thirst shreds the ballast cold
 And shows the olden times
 I'm bold and sorrow thrown into the day
 Into the barrels of the sun
 I turned and found a way
 The naked branches cuts the empty air
 The river birds have fled away
 From all their wear and tear
 From all their wear and tear
 The covered surface hugs the board
 But keeps in the sky
 A childhood glimpse that keeps you warm
 And hangs you to dry
 The shameful dream, the shameful face
 That pulls on your heart
 Those brittle winds will keep the dawn
 From you at the start
 So bring me choirs to ease me on my way
 So bring me screams of organs for the day
 So bring me choirs to brighten all the gales
 So bring me screams of organs and the wails, of winter tales
 I heard a lonely voice cut through the rain
 "So take away my conscious mind and take away my fame"
 To embrace the day to cut through my only soul
 I'd starch my love of all its parts to the blackness of burnt coal
 To the blackness of burnt coal
 The covered surface hugs the board
 But keeps in the sky
 A childhood glimpse that keeps you warm
 And hangs you to dry
 The shameful dream, the shameful face
 That pulls on your heart
 Those brittle winds will keep the dawn
 From you at the start
 So bring me choirs to ease me on my way
 So bring me screams of organs for the day
 So bring me choirs to brighten all the gales
 So bring me screams of organs and the wails, and the wails
 So bring me choirs to ease me on my way
 So bring me screams of organs for the day
 So bring me choirs to brighten all the gales
 So bring me screams of organs and the wails, of winter tales