There’s a freezing blue outside
The darkest hours are still alive.
We are all passing with the wind
To the sky we never cling.
Somebody’s homeless tonight
Asleep on the steps of midnight.
Death isn’t what it used to be
Dying men go quietly.
There’s a freezing blue outside
The darkest hours are still alive.
We are all passing with the wind
To the sky we never cling.
Somebody’s homeless tonight
Asleep on the steps of midnight.
Death isn’t what it used to be
Dying men go quietly.