Whitest snow, most leafless trees.
The coldest air, the iciest seas.
Oh, wintertime!
And then the universe says: "it doesn't have to be bad"
"It doesn't have to be cold." But still, we're freezing to death.
Loveliest fox, the vastest cloud.
Most deserted land, biggest fire around.
Oh, wintertime!
Foggiest breath, the emptiest schools.
The scariest stories and the coziest wool.
Oh, wintertime!
And all the prints in the snow, making all the new roads.
To the town and the trees and trough the mountains and seas.
And then the universe says, "you're in the middle of this"
"It doesn't matter where you are, you should be happy, it's all the same ground that you kiss."
But the snow is still cold when you're down here on earth.
In the warm arms of our dreams we slept, but the ice it still hurt.
Oh, wintertime! Attach my house, kill all the trees, speak way too loud.
Drop all the stars on wintery nights, burn my wishes with them too.
Chase after me in the darkest sea,
An island like the sun will find me there.