He paints the glass with heavy red
The winter wind is cold and dread
He walked too far into the white
Before the coming of the night
Prism in the frozen snow
Nowhere left for him to go
Colors bleed into the grey
Wait until the break of day
The apple trees are bent and low
Heavy with the falling snow
He trips upon a hidden root
Cold air bites his leather boot
Prism in the frozen snow
Nowhere left for him to go
Colors bleed into the grey
Wait until the break of day
He holds a piece of cobalt blue
The only light that's coming through
He sees the dusk begin to fall
He hears the distant winter call
Prism in the frozen snow
Nowhere left for him to go
Colors bleed into the grey
Wait until the break of day
The orchard is a silver cage
A lonely man upon a stage
He prays for one gold amber spark
To guide him through the heavy dark
Prism in the frozen snow
Nowhere left for him to go
Colors bleed into the grey
Wait until the break of day
Cold glass in a shaking hand
Lost inside a winter land
