Snowmen

Snowmen - Justin Rutledge

We want you on beds of burnished silver

Beneath the buckling of the rafters

And the twilight stung with cinder

We want you blonde above the rapture

That blows through empty chapters

At the heart of all that matters

We were cold

We were cold

But now we're freezing

We want you to tell those constellations

The cross and all it's stations

That we are bound by patience

We want you to sway with subtle motion

To ration this commotion

For we are bound by ocean

We were cold

We were cold

But now we're freezing

We were cold

We were cold

But now we're freezing

Where were you

Before they built these towers

Before they built these towers

Before they built these towers

We were cold

We were cold

But now we're freezing

We were cold

We were cold

But now we're freezing