We've got a long way to go
Before we finish our patrol
Light burns off in the distance
No one dares make a sound
Scared we might wake the snow
Sleeping giants love to listen
And tethered together by lines of gold
Two of my brothers on patrol
Our breathing keeps us in rhythm
Well honey I know it's getting cold
Eyes on the wool cape you have wove
I can smell your lavender and lipstick
You would never
Ask me when I'm coming home
You know better
Than to wait and watch the snow
All the other wives and mothers pray and count their rosaries
Not my lover, her lipstick and lavender keeps her close to me
(Keep close)
(Stay close)
(So close)
(Keep close)
(Keep close)
(Stay close)
(So close)
(Keep close)