One Winter.

Step by step by step,

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.