Been so slowly coming,
you're the only one to see
Only you can know that,
The breeze was never free
Look over my shoulder,
As you take me by the hand
Let you lead me through the streets of love,
Show me the Promised Land
Hounds of Winter stealing,
Past the hedgerows as they wind
Along the secret pathways
To the back door of your mind
Rattling your senses,
Like an ice pick chandelier
Huddle in your feathered cloak,
There goes another year
There's a blizzard falling,
Make no sound
There's a blizzard,
On the common ground
Keep the martyr burning,
Keep the scapegoat in your sight
Throw your dice into the wind,
Your gremlins to the night
No smoke without fire,
And there's no fire without blame,
An ill wind blows that brings no good,
The lie that fans the flame