Hurtling through heavy snow,
Our hands are cold and the moon sets low
Little sister let your sharp teeth show, past winter fields
Stop the car by the old wire post,
Scaredy rabbits make good paper ghosts
They lick the salt off the sussex coast
And fall into winter fields

Rows of white, spelled our escape in the old torch light
Oh mother, I'm scared to close my eyes
In some winter dreams will make you dive and dive and dive down

In sub zero I can't stand still,
Colors of absence flooding the hill
In wonderment I trip and spill through winter fields
Under the stairs taps the metronome,
A diver's suit that we've all outgrown
I need to get to where the wild things roam
Through all of my winter dreams

Rows of white, spelled our escaped in the old torch light
Oh mother, I'm scared to close my eyes
Some winter dreams
Will make you dive and dive and dive down