Flying Fox and the Hunter Gatherers — Winter lyrics

Lyrics

Every time we sing this song
An old man somewhere wrings his hands
In sad frustration
Will he never learn?
His tarry lungs don’t feel the air
Can’t taste his ashen solace
But he knows this fire, he let it burn
And so will I
A mother births a grateful child
In hopes that he will learn
To love his happiness
At least to say he’s tried
But nature has her way with us
And my poor brother
Is not immune to providence
He gives his hands away
It’s the same way we all have felt
This poor petty pity of self
The willing watch lust, so insatiable
Teething on our pride forever
There’s the castle, and there’s the King
And Look, He’s lost His Wedding Ring:
All the world will have to Suffer
Search the Forest, Search the Grounds
Don’t let Them rest until It’s found:
All the world will have to pay
But not me. Ever
Go!
It’s the same way we all have felt
This poor petty pity of self
The willing watch lust, so insatiable
Teething on our pride forever
The palace halls ring deadly quiet and all because of You
In your abandonment, you cut their throats, you fool