Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Follow the Winter Thread, artist - Valiant Hearts. Album song Wanderlust, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 08.11.2018
Record label: We Are Triumphant
Song language: English
Don't Follow the Winter Thread |
Seasons collide from between the black and white |
As the winter reigns you in and holds you tight |
Echoes pull me through a landscape untouched |
Where some will never go |
Chasing avalanches through fields of snow |
Like animals so free to roam |
(Like animals so free to roam) |
Held underwater, watching reflections rise |
Between needle and twine from unravelling nights that held up the sky |
The thread flows on and on and the snowflakes start to fall |
But if we chase it on we’ll lose ourselves to the winter’s beckon call |
Through trees where light divides |
We walk towards a door that leads to compromise |
Never asking why |
They said don’t follow the winter thread |
But we’re already too foreign |
It says it knows our plight but its words strike cold |
Hailing down upon our roofs, with every home it grows |
We’ll retreat into the flaws where our hearts were born, opened and exposed |
Because we base our dreams in reality like faux, fading fools |
Floral in bloom, yet our petals have no room to stretch out |
Losing them all to gloom |
Our clothes are ragged and our health is poor |
Every home has shut their doors |
And the windows cover any hope of hearth or warmth |
Our aching soles can’t go on for long, our feet are blistered and worn |
How long does the road go on? |
If no one helps us we’ll soon be gone |
Through trees where light divides |
We walk towards a door that leads to compromise |
Never asking why |
They said don’t follow the winter thread |
But we’re already too foreign |
Let’s return to the days where winds blew through our diamond bones |
Because if we move we may shatter and break |
Like poor, porcelain dolls |
Clacking our heels at the door waiting for you to let us in |
With alabaster faces that fold over themselves from end to end |
The strings that tie and bind are dancing over our heads |
A tango of puppets that pretend to cut the strings |
Keeping their bodies in their beds |
Through trees where light divides |
We walk towards a door that leads to compromise |
Never asking why |
They said don’t follow the winter thread |
But we’re already too foreign |
Let’s return to the days where winds blew through our diamond bones |
Because if we move we may shatter and break |
Like poor, porcelain dolls |
As the winter reigns you in |