Winter Solstice

We fell from a dying tree 
 We wait for it to leave 
 I wanna be, I wanna be 
 Leave ashes for borrowed instruments and borrowed hearts 
 We will pass them on to every saint and dead lover 
 I have my God so give me my ghosts 

 Sons and daughters, 
 may you kill what my blind heart could not 
 Sons and daughters, 
 may you kill what my blind heart could not 
 Sons and daughters, 
 may you kill 

 I saw your grandfather's death on the news 
 Remembered when you took me to your room 
 You put your hand over your chest 
 Swore that the fire would rage 

 Whoa I... 
 I put my hand over my chest, sons and daughters 
  
 I put my hand over my chest, sons and daughters 
 I put my hand over my chest, sons and daughters 
 Swore that the fire would rage 

 Yeah, you know better ways to fall 
 Yeah, you know better ways to fall 
 You know better ways to fall 
 You knock me down, knock me down 
 Put my cold hand over my cold heart 
 Turn the fire and die whoa 
 Turn the fire and die whoa 
 Turn the fire to die 

 Thanks to David Kenyon for correcting these lyrics 

 Thanks to Lyric Booklet Readers R Us for correcting these lyrics 

 Thanks to Katherine Fisherman for correcting these lyrics