Bobby Long - A Winter Tale lyrics

I'm pale I've brought it back to Winter Tale* So spare the ghosts around my neck The winds against the sails, I'm shivering up a storm of roadside pines, Thirst shreds the ballast cold And shows the olden times I'm bold and sorrow thrown into the day, Into the barrels of the sun I turned and found a way, The naked branches cut the empty air, The river birds have fled away From all their wear and tear The covered surface hugs the board But keeps in the sky, A childhood glimpse that keeps you warm But hangs you to dry, The shameful dream, the shameful face That pulls on your heart, Those brittle winds will keep the dawn From you at the start So bring me choirs to ease me on my way, So bring me screams of organs for the day, So bring me choirs to brighten all the gales, So bring me screams of organs and the wails, Of winter tales I heard a lonely voice cut through the rain, "So take away my conscious mind and Take away my fame," To embrace the day to cut through my only soul, I'd starch my love of all its parts To the blackness of burnt coal.