Winter chill it grips me like a lonely vice My mind is caught in the wrinkled haze of time Floating ashes fade into an endless sea of white Cascading purity broken by a chain of fire And I know… That the ashes fade into a grey stone Time… And the echoes of them marching to their coffins And I know… That the oak scars fade into a frozen pine Go… Smoke blankets the bitter rawness of the air Pines guide me to a memory, I can not despair My grandfather's chair in my cabin living room The chill sears my hazy mind, don’t cast away my fear Frozen time… and I always crawl into this ancient story And I know… (Sung hard with emotion) That the ashes fall onto a rooftop stone And I know… That the ashes fall into the echoes of you… And I know, I know, I know… Winter memories fall into a tidal wave of pain I ride into the echoes, calling out your name ‘Cause you said to me softly, “be someone sweet” As I slide into my fate, one after the next?…
