Sounds,

the summer sun comes down.

I can hardly see the window

from here now.

Here and now. 



The snow,

in waves you'll never know,

through this ever-changing midnight. 

Just let it go. 



Hey, on this sacred, sun-rinsed day.

They'll sell our culture and

they'll sell the ways, the blaming.

Standing still, we'll fall.

Burn this sadness from my soul, babe.

I guess that's all. 



Fear, and the sky begins to clear.

Through this ever-changing midnight. 



Christmas cheer. 



Christmas cheer.