Paper lions - Bodies In The Winter

We walk through graveyards with our boots on
Leap the strangers stones
Pulled on our skies by our retriever
You lose your breath and hit the snow

And we run by the vault where they keep all the cold bodies
To be buried
And I fall cause he's up on my back and he's so heavy
To be carried

Watching our breath it collects on the window pane
Words read backwards by you
Pushing through tunnels of snow pressing in on me
Pulling me out by my boots

Running away from the truth
The bodies in the winter are coming for you
Running away from the truth
The bodies in the winter are coming for you

There is a tower with a steeple
If you want to climb
If you're a coward we may be hurtful
Trying your best not to cry

In the dark and the dust and what else look around on our knees
The ladders raised
And we jump to the top where we hold by the skin of our teeth
Out of the haze

Then at the top chatter stops and we take it in
Towering giants from here
Climbing back down with the darkness surrounds
One by one we disappear

Running away from the truth
The bodies in the winter are coming for you
Running away from the truth
The bodies in the winter are coming for you


The bodies in the winter
The bodies
The bodies in the winter are coming for you
The bodies in the winter
The bodies
The bodies in the winter are coming for you