Winter Is for Kierkegaard Songtext
von Tyler Lyle

Winter is for Kierkegaard
Been mapping out these shining stars
And overcoats that point
There′s art in reaching through the vast expansive sky
Oh holy night

Did you always ask me 'how and why′
And I always answer 'poo qua pie'
We are young and we are free
And all the world rests at our feet and why?
Hell why not?

And I′m not sorry about the weather
It′s cold and it's calm and it′s clear
And we'll sit inside and we′ll talk about whatever
Til the sky falls down around us

I take my coffee with my cream
And all the world is as at it seems
And home is not so far away
But it is for another day ahead,
I think


And all the while this solid world melts into air
And permanence becomes a prayer
An echo rising from the deep
To wake the hearts of those who sleep alone
We have miles to go

And I'm not sorry about the weather
It′s cold and it's calm and it's clear
And we′ll drink some wine and we′ll talk about whatever
Til the sky falls down around us

I've seen the world in black and white
And I′ve seen the fire and the light
And violence and calm
Despite it from the through
I decide that I know nothing
No nothing

Winter is for Kierkegaard
And reaching, reaching through the dark
And holding onto that honest heart
With every bit of like you have and it's all
Oh it′s alright

And I'm not sorry about the weather
It′s cold and it's calm and it's clear
And we′ll sit inside and we′ll talk about whatever
Til the sky falls down around us