Cold wind bites through the wool
Winter tide is a pull
Bricks are broken and red
Heavy skies overhead
Silver tracers cut the night
Slicing through the winter white
Hold my hand in the freeze
Bring the city to its knees
Iron rain hits the stone
Walking this road alone
Counting steps in the mud
Iron scent in the blood
Silver tracers cut the night
Slicing through the winter white
Hold my hand in the freeze
Bring the city to its knees
Steel beams lean to the west
Put the longing to rest
Copper shells on the floor
Knocking loud on the door
Silver tracers cut the night
Slicing through the winter white
Hold my hand in the freeze
Bring the city to its knees
Glass shards shine like a star
Knowing we are too far
One deep breath in the cold
Stories left to be told
Flash of white in the haze
Lost inside of a maze
Find a wall for a shield
Until the winter shall yield
Silver tracers cut the night
Slicing through the winter white
Hold my hand in the freeze
Bring the city to its knees
Silver lines in the gray
Wait for the light of day