you was a child, what’s the verdict on that?
don’t say with your eyes what’s holding you back
numb to the fact, i’m numb to this fact
that what was just welcomed is starting to crack

and around and around we go
drifting thru the snow
eyes as blind as stones
this one we call home

don’t trouble the year, sleeping it clean
a hand in my hair, kiss the martyr in me
a flood in a flash can sound like a plan
as tender as lovers with blood on their hands

and around and around we go
drifting thru the snow
eyes as blind as stones
this one we call home