I’ve known mornings white as diamonds

Silent from a night so cold

Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides

Our lives are buried in snow, oh, oh I was sifting through the piles

In my hand a tangled thread

Each patient tug upon the snarl

Is a glimpse of what has been, oh, oh Burdened bands gain strong hands

Gaping holes where diamonds should be Must have been the morning that stole them

A glint of white in the pocket of winter, oh, oh And some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters

Just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones

Some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters

Just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones, oh, oh

I’ve known mornings white as diamonds

Silent from a night so cold

Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides

Our lives are buried in snow

Our lives are buried in snow