[Intro - Slow mournful trumpet, vinyl crackle, someone lighting a match] (Slow swaggering swing rhythm starts) [Verse 1 - Raspy, half-whispered] Yeah... I feel it now, the hour is nearing This time is unlike any before It brings everything out into the clearing And presents the final bill at the door [Verse 2 - Voice cracks with weariness] The blizzards, they buried us fiercely The wild winds sang our last rites Where years passed by quicker than weeks here And mornings were swallowed by nights [Brass break - Wailing muted trombone, smoke-filled room] [Verse 3 - Growled, defiant] But that's not what we carried deep inside us That's not how we kept our hearts warm They mowed us down, but they couldn't divide us They killed us, but we're far from gone [Verse 4 - Tired but hopeful rasp] Because the primordial, ancient sunlight Enlightened the headless abyss Because through a blind, lonely window, so slight Shone a light that no mind could dismiss [Verse 5 - Worn-out croon, barely holding on] Only then, with our shelters all shattered Having lost every hope, every roof We discovered God's love that still mattered We discovered the heavenly truth [Verse 6 - Whiskey-soaked confession] And through the winds and the glances so crooked I stayed silent, though I had a song And my darling sang on the scaffold, "Look kid, You can't just die, you've got to be strong." [Outro - Spoken word over muted trumpet, gravelly whisper, cigarette exhale] Yeah... I feel the age... of those seeing clearly... Where everyone's right... come what may... It's the age... of the trees standing nearly... Bare... then resurrected in spray. [Slow big band sting, needle scratch, silence]
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