Winter Beat - Michael Nau

You’re the heartbeat filling with winter

Branches without any leaves I am not swollen with hope

But the further we go I see the old route line with no trees

And the roses climb out of the black hole honey with two hands out a window to

me

Holding me near so I look for my face is that really me

After each step

Please lock the door behind me

Please please no memory to blind

Beyond tonight just lead tomorrow to find me

With whatever it’s going to bring

And the roses climb out of the black hole honey with two hands out a window to

me

Holding me near so I look for my face is that really me