[00:09.55]I press your hand in mine however cautiously,
[00:14.60]I keep a smile right to myself
[00:19.66]And I lapse into the grasp of an overriding obsession
[00:24.66]And I get sick as I watch my interests fall into suspension
[00:29.66]This Winter
[00:32.34]So cold,
[00:33.84]Creeping down your arm
[00:37.27]Stealth soldiers,
[00:38.95]Creeping around your palm
[00:41.76]
[00:42.45]It's hard, hard to understand
[00:47.63]Little victories won creeping around your hand
[00:51.99]
[00:56.11]The sickness has taken hold through violent,
[00:59.10]blurted syllables
[01:01.54]Escape my mouth under my breath
[01:05.66]The voice of pricking dread
[01:07.59]is whispering insistent in my ear
[01:10.27]
[01:10.90]My paranoia galvanised by your gaze, so austere
[01:15.52]
[01:16.08]This Winter
[01:17.01]So cold,
[01:19.70]Creeping down your arm
[01:23.50]Stealth soldiers,
[01:25.12]Creeping around your palm
[01:27.62]
[01:28.68]It's hard, hard to understand
[01:33.86]Little victories won creeping around your hand
[01:39.04]
[01:39.73]I pinned your crest to my chest,
[01:42.22]hoping it might start to look right
[01:47.65]
[01:49.34]There was hushed talk of young boy's corpse
[01:52.46]lying face down in some river
[01:55.58]His hands used to move like mine
[01:59.95]I can't stand myself this morning,
[02:02.25]i am practically that boy
[02:04.62]No strength to endure,
[02:06.06]Ghostly insecure,
[02:07.31]Pallid through lack of choice
[02:10.05]This winter
[02:12.55]So cold,
[02:14.11]Creeping down your arm
[02:15.42]Stealth soldiers,
[02:18.85]Creeping around your palm
[02:22.66]It's hard, hard to understand
[02:26.47]
[02:27.76]Little victories won creeping around your hand,creeping around your hand

I press your hand in mine however cautiously,
I keep a smile right to myself
And I lapse into the grasp of an overriding obsession
And I get sick as I watch my interests fall into suspension
This Winter
So cold,
Creeping down your arm
Stealth soldiers,
Creeping around your palm
It's hard, hard to understand
Little victories won creeping around your hand
The sickness has taken hold through violent,
blurted syllables
Escape my mouth under my breath
The voice of pricking dread
is whispering insistent in my ear
My paranoia galvanised by your gaze, so austere
This Winter
So cold,
Creeping down your arm
Stealth soldiers,
Creeping around your palm
It's hard, hard to understand
Little victories won creeping around your hand
I pinned your crest to my chest,
hoping it might start to look right
There was hushed talk of young boy's corpse
lying face down in some river
His hands used to move like mine
I can't stand myself this morning,
i am practically that boy
No strength to endure,
Ghostly insecure,
Pallid through lack of choice
This winter
So cold,
Creeping down your arm
Stealth soldiers,
Creeping around your palm
It's hard, hard to understand
Little victories won creeping around your hand,creeping around your hand