Every record needs a thesis, needs a crisis, or campaign All my feelings need a reason, need a righteousness or blame What if living wasn't of the mind? The root and crown don't doubt the winter time Underground the dark and cooling earth embraces what can sink Into itself and fall for miles into a timeless darkening And from the depths will come the brightest fire The center, surface, and the sun aligned I am not a living crisis but I'm learning how to breath How to feel and how to tell my friends and family what I need I know the music of the winter time But to the spring I give my love and life