Caution

Wind blow wind
And fire cackle
Overcoats and skies that crackle
We climb mountains - hillsides down
Peel our fingers on the ground

Some religion - whisky too
All my soulbones warming through
Answer something, we climb higher
Burn our fingers in the fire
The fire!

Unchanged things know not of caution
Only meant to pass the time
Winter leaves us all forsaken
Some of us feel more alive