Toast To The New Year

In the richest of seasons, we're drenched to the bone.
 While the light is still bright, we bring the year to a close.
 Sometimes we're standing there naked,
 frozen in our own past, and winter's ritual colors.
 She rings out her last
 And in the richest of seasons, in these colors we bathe,
 we greet the onset of winter and what we know she will take.
 And so you make resolutions, if it's all just the same
 If a wound is a wound, why not just cut myself upon change?
 In black and light, the year is formally closed
 Yet still the darkest of seasons shimmer silver and gold
 So let's dress up like penguins, we'll huddle en masse
 We will ring in the new year, we'll throw a curse to the last
 And so we make resolutions, if it's all just the same
 If a wound is a wound, why not just cut myself upon change?
 And so a toast to the New Year, and farewell to the last
 May we dream ourselves forward, frozen wind at our backs
 And so a toast to the New Year, and farewell to the last
 May we dream ourselves forward, frozen wind at our backs
 Another toast to the New Year, may we spring back to life
 When the colors start shifting in the burgeoning light
 May we spring back to life... may we spring back to life
 When the colors start shifting in the burgeoning light
 In black and white, the year is formally closed.