There's nothing like the sound of an owl,
on a winters night before the shadows are found,
there's nothing like the smell of cold air,
as the first snow falls on every concrete square,

And all, the summer long,
we've been waiting, for something strong,
like a winter, as hard as steel,
That every single creature will feel.

There's nothing like the sight of the stars,
in the cold winter sky the whole galaxies ours,
there's nothing like the sound of the street,
when noone is here, the whole world is complete

And all, the summer long,
we've been waiting, for something strong,
like a winter, as hard as steel,
That every single creature will feel.

There's no one around for miles,
we've got our ice cold fingers and smiles.
There's nothing but white in our eyes,
and a cobalt blue from the cold winter skies,

And all, the summer long,
we've been waiting, for something strong,
like a winter, as hard as steel,
That every single creature will feel.

And when, the winters done,
they'll be calling for the warmth of the sun,
but for us, always to soon,
Were the brothers of this cold winter moon.

There's nothing like the chill of the wind,
like rough cut diamonds being thrown at your skin,
there's nothing like the look on your face.
as the first snow falls on every possible place

And when, the winters done,
they'll be calling for the warmth of the sun,
but for us, always to soon,
Were the brothers of this cold winter moon.

And all, the summer long,
we've been waiting, for something strong,
like a winter, as hard as steel,
That every single creature will feel.

There's nothing like the sound of an owl,
on a winters night before the shadows are found,
there's nothing like the smell of cold air,
as the first snow falls on every concrete square,

And all, the summer long,
we've been waiting, for something strong,
like a winter, as hard as steel,
That every single creature will feel.