Clavicles - Winter Nearing (feat. Max O'rourke) Lyrics

With the Winter Nearing
I wish to go North
To feel all the Cold
Has to offer
To empty my coffers
Of old tarnished coins
To trade them in
For something softer
A softer vantage point

Some go South
Some stay still
Somewhere
There's a snowcapped mountain
And I am running up that hill
Somewhere
There's a woodstove
And atop it
A kettle boiling water
And we pour it out to steep
Over leaves
That we have gathered
Through the summer

Somewhere
I am needed
Somewhere
I am receiving too
Right now
I am pleading
With the fates
Sending smoke signals
To the moon

I long for a place
Wherein seasons
Serve their purpose
I long for a deep freeze
And a north wind
To pull my leaves
From their Branches

With the Winter Nearing
I wish to go North
Oh, to feel all the cold
Has to offer
To empty my coffers
Of old tarnished coins
To trade them in
For something softer
A softer vantage point