This Year

Just come down from a high fever

From out there in the yard

While the pyre is burning it's hard to feel the weather shift

Or the fear of the dark

Ah

This year we need a deeper frost

Me and my meadowlark

Under the winter's fears

Out where the tree line starts

Down on the north slope

Down to the creek

Hold tight till spring

On and on goes the long winter

My eyes now fixed to the stars

We've been there before and I'm fairly sure

We'll find a clearing

In the forest of our hearts

Ah

This year we need a deeper frost

Me and my meadowlark

Under the winter's fears

Out where the tree line stops

Down on the north slope

Down to the creek

Hold tight till spring

But you know I'm not an activist

Not in the purest sense

I'm not a pacifist

I know which rules to bend

I just reveal my name

And show my love

Out in the hallows

Oh

This year we need a deeper frost

Me and my meadowlark

Under the winter's fears

Out where the tree line stops

Down on the north slope

Down to the creek

Hold tight till spring