Paroles de Caution

Wind blow wind And fire cackle Overcoats and skies that crackle We climb mountains - hillsides down Peel our fingers on the ground Some religion - whisky too All my soulbones warming through Answer something, we climb higher Burn our fingers in the fire The fire! Unchanged things know not of caution Only meant to pass the time Winter leaves us all forsaken Some of us feel more alive