I think it's strange

How we blame the Darkness

Blame it on the light

I think it's strange

How we do the wrong things

And undo the right

Strange ... We try and explain

All the bad things we survive

Jesus. This is

WinterLand.

Jesus. This is

WinterLand.

I think it's strange

How faith is a blind thing

And there's no one we trust

I think it's strange

When it's always cold

But it's never Xmas

Strange ... We doubt what we know

Try and believe in ourselves

Free to fly

Free to fall

Free to empty

Free to be filled

Free to help

Free to hurt

Free to love and

Free to evil