Fill your eyes slow glidin
Through the dark of night
Frozen moonbeam luminating
Such an awful sight
Quiet take my hand
It's time to go away
Footsteps they sink deep
Into the ink black snow
At night
Late at night
All the pine trees
Howl blowin' in the wind
I cannot tell where
You end and I begin
On the hour matchstick
Forest set aglow
On the horizon you see
That old ember show
The fire
Oh the fire
Ten minutes
To grab everything you have
And get out
Don't look back
Cinders fall
Softly toward the ground
My dear
Off we go