The wind moans through the pines, blows away the signs
Time enough to clear our hands
The snow conceals the ground on which our step would quicken
On our way back to your home
Home
Over ten more still turning
Your heart's hanging in the air
The silence now is broken
Give us a new steer
Over ten more still turning
Over ten more still turning
Your heart's hanging in the air
Over ten more still turning
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