Winter Ghosts

Black branches leafless
Reaching like fingers up to the sky
Knives of wood and of ice
Darkness comes early
You rush into the warmth of your room
Seal yourself off inside

And you wish that your love was cold
Cause there’s no sense in taking hold
She’s a ghost and you know
Let her go

Here in the moonlight
Silence has swallowed you like a whale
Deep in its belly you dream
Will you be cast out upon some shore
Some pagan city tonight?

And you wish that your love was cold
Cause there’s no sense in taking hold
She’s a ghost and you know
Let her go