Woke to a cold winter creeping and crawling
Into my vision and over my thoughts
Sometimes I drink like a fool with a bottle
Sometimes I think like a man with a problem
She pulled me up like a child from a thorn bush
Opened me up and then burned out my soul
"Did you forget? God created the midnight
Did you not know that he's good all the time?"
I packed a bag and set off till the summer
Just as her patience was tested and frail
I wrote a letter and begged not to worry
I'll find the help that I need in good time
Till then I'll search for the source of our sorrow
Till then I'll drink from the wells of tomorrow
I'll watch the sun getting lost in the water
Burning up clouds like a furious fire
I'll find the joy I once sold to the winter
I won't return till it's safe in our home