I'd hate to leave you while we still combine
The unready bud ripped from the flower spine
And I'd hate to leave you like the eyelash that flew,
Never seen again but as a wish for you
The bones they are trees not enemies
When they wave in the wind and grind their brittle teeth
And I collect their skin.
Yes I need their bark,
For my new kind of hide in my new kind of dark
These fruits that we have grown have frozen
Heavy on the vine
Winter brew is born from the temporal and rime
The thicket and the thistle cry new kind of wild
Drink up to new dead and new alive
I'd hate to leave you like a setting sun
When the minutes and hours have all but added up
And I strike this tinder as an oath and a vow
The winter is wild, I'd hate to leave you now
These fruits that we have grown have frozen
Heavy on the vine
Winter brew is born from the temporal and rime
The thicket and the thistle cry new kind of wild
Drink up to new dead and new alive