We walk through graveyards with our boots on
Leap the stranger stones
Pulled on our skies by our retriever
You lose your breath and hit the snow
And we run by the vault where they keep all the cold bodies
To be buried
And I fall 'cause he's up on my back and he's so heavy
To be carried
Watching our breath, it collects on the window pane
Words read backwards by you
Pushing through tunnels of snow pressing in on me
Pulling me out by my boots
Running away from the truth
The bodies in the winter are coming for you
Running away from the truth
The bodies in the winter are coming for you
There is a tower with a steeple if you wanna climb
If you're a coward we may be hurtful, trying your best not to cry
In the dark and the dust and what else, look around on our knees
The ladder's raised
And we jump to the top where we hold by the skin of our teeth
Out of the haze
Then at the top chatter stops and we take it in
Towering giants from here
Climbing back down while the darkness surrounds us
One by one we disappear
Running away from the truth
The bodies in the winter are coming for you
Running away from the truth
The bodies in the winter are coming for you
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