Winter Song

There are some songs I can only sing in the winter;

the sun is closer than ever, but I feel cold.

All I tried to gather, to tie, 

is scattered all around, is wet in the snow;

and my feet - I tried to make them strong -

but all it takes is a shard of glass to cut through the sole and 

to the bone and

it's never been harder to let go.

Winter stretches so far out before me;
months and half-inches of hair.

Where is safety? I heard it is His -

somehow a dispensation of innocence

your eyes are dark, your heart is warm;

take me inside.

I will be pulled limb from limb,

I will let you melt me and mold me again,

let your heart bleed into mine.

But why all this blood, why all this blood, why?

Blood is death, blood is death,

Why all this blood, why all this blood, why?
Blood is death, blood is death,

Blood is life.

Will it hurt when you open our eyes?
Kick in me, baby, I know you're inside! 
Open our eyes.