Winter Ghosts کے بول

Black branches leafless Reaching like fingers up to the sky Knives of wood and of ice Darkness comes early You rush into the warmth of your room Seal yourself off inside And you wish that your love was cold Cause there’s no sense in taking hold She’s a ghost and you know Let her go Here in the moonlight Silence has swallowed you like a whale Deep in its belly you dream Will you be cast out upon some shore Some pagan city tonight? And you wish that your love was cold Cause there’s no sense in taking hold She’s a ghost and you know Let her go