Cold wind bites the velvet skin
Where the heavy woods begin
Sinking deep in peat and loam
Building up a hollow home
Heavy is the crown of wool
Feel the velvet tether pull
Sowing seeds in salted clay
While the daylight slips away
Red ink stains the altar stone
Seating for a lonely throne
Bells will ring for every head
Painting all the meadows red
Follow paths of silver thread
Where the hungry ghosts are fed
Offer up a golden ring
To the small and fluffy king
Heavy is the crown of wool
Feel the velvet tether pull
Sowing seeds in salted clay
While the daylight slips away
Break the seal and clear the brush
Feel the sudden midnight rush
One last prayer for those we lost
Count the gain and pay the cost
Iron gates are swinging wide
Nowhere left for them to hide
Candle wax on wooden floors
Opening the hidden doors
Heavy is the crown of wool
Feel the velvet tether pull
Sowing seeds in salted clay
While the daylight slips away
Wool and gold, wool and gold.
Slipping away.
Slipping away.