I run away,
I run toward
The thunder.
And break after break,
I sew away,
I sew myself
Together.
It's lonely where I spin,
It's empty sounds I hear,
Hollow songs,
How things went wrong,
An age of broken winters.
Drop by drop by drop,
I fill my hands,
I wash my hands
In the river.
And memory upon memory
Gets swept away,
Gets swept into
My discomfort.
It's lonely where I spin,
It's empty sounds I hear,
Hollow songs,
How things went wrong,
A home of broken winters.
Now it's quiet where I spin,
It's silent when I swim,
Hollow songs,
They're sung all wrong,
As I drown in the warmth
To end the life of this winter.
