Shearwater - North Col lyrics

Each stray reminder of your home life Is hung on the wind that pulls away from you As the walls of the mountains in the cold light Glow red in an echo of the flares on high In the vault of the night In the frost, in the branches, in the clotheslines A fierce little wren is singing loud and high And his eyes insisting on their own life Gave legs to the lie That there is world, and time To grow old in its light In the last of the embers of the twilight The gunmetal air has come alive with birds They burst from the clouds above the snow line And bloom in the ashes of the old black sky And go back to the night