There's a certain slant of light
On winter afternoons
That oppresses, like the weight
of cathedral tunes
The sky is low, the clouds are mean
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn of through a rut
debates if it will go...
On winter afternoons
That oppresses, like the weight
of cathedral tunes
The sky is low, the clouds are mean
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn of through a rut
debates if it will go...