Been a year-long winter, year-long winter
Dozen Decembers, we wander the pavement, blow on the embers
Heavy frost in my heart, tips of my fingers
Kicking the leaves, there's nothing to feel but the drips from the eaves
Is this the sun
Are my eyes open
Has the day begun
Will the light show me what is broken
Colours asleep, deep in the den
Gave way to grey, by chance or by choice we just couldn't say
In the dream quarry seams, forgotten stones
A death of earth, the map through the dark is revealing it's worth
Is this the sun
Are my eyes open
Has the day begun
Will the light show me what is broken
This is the sun
My eyes are open
The day has begun
My senses are woken
And no fear, only strength
To the cracks and the links
And the demons retreating
Can never be beaten
The prism is shifting
The lighthouse grows twisted
Though we slip on the scree
Of two steps in three
And the memory of pain
Is a tightly held token
Smooth through the rain
And the light has shown me how to let the hope in
