A Fox in the Snow

Once I fell asleep in the night
I woke up singing in the morning
And the room was split by threads of light
The curtains were drawn and her door was open
June the 3rd was a waste of time
June the 17th was a waste of life
Waiting for a look in his eyes
For lips to part and apologise
When the snow fell the streets and the yards were lit up
When your heart was slumbering
When your heart was slumbering
And the sky tore apart, and the morning was like
Blazing fires
Burning on far coasts
The cathedral it threw itself unto the street
When your heart was slumbering
When your heart was slumbering
In your dream you saw it melt and then splinter away
Grace is fire
And the garden is tundra
In the parking lot they throw themselves down in the dirt
Hands are tied by golden strings
They come with precious offerings
Despite the terrors they fell in love
And only fire could ever be good enough