Daylight In Winter

The wind is blowing through orchards and graveyards, the sky is burning, the stores are all closed. The rivers got buried by bright yellow sand dunes, our horses walked off through the green salty grass. The libraries tossed all their books in the ocean, now the shelves are all hungry, the air's full of dust. And you're walking the ridge line with tears in your brown eyes, hold on to my hand, it'll all be alright.