When the north wind blows
And you button up your coat
You run
Along home now
When the wire uncurls
And wraps around your throat
You get
Along home now
A hundred ways of falling through the atmosphere
A million ways to scream for no soul to hear
And I’ve been crying out my last pitiful tear
Can’t stop running now I need to get out of here
When the sun rises up
And it warms your brittle skin
You crawl
On knee and hand
When bones snap in two
And the rot sets on in
You drag
As best you can
I can count on one hand all there is to fear
The match girl knows that the end is near
And every bloody cliff edge we face is sheer
All our paths lead to Hell and the way is clear
