The Ice Choir

I will sing the ice choir, oh transient defeat. Lifeless world, my heart aches like the wind through empty streets.

Spared of good tidings, not dressed in ribbons of gold
I'm gathering winter's gifts untold
A vibrating crystal; frost-whipped and singing through air
Wait not for me love, i won't be there.

Feel now for the heartbeat, feel now for the pulse.
Look now, brittle treetops, look now, frozen pond...
(can you see yourself?)

I will sing the ice choir, oh transient defeat.
Lifeless world, my heart aches like the wind through empty streets.

Crushed and degraded, and mapped to the black and the white
Descending like snow, O' holy night
You were the whisper, beside the hardening fear;
We'll melt to the language of the spheres.

Feel now for the heartbeat, feel now for the pulse.
Look now, brittle treetops, look now, frozen pond...
(can you see yourself?)

I have joined the ice choir
Contracted in the cold
I will sing the aria when all the birds have flown

Now we are the ice choir,
In hibernating pose
To listen for the crack of spring or push against the rose...

(Can you see yourself?)