Valery Gore - Old winter town

Falling peace on the brow of a Young man now The lake froze over the Ice went cracking and Covered this purple lip frown A fish net, holy A stocking blood red and it Peeks at the elders when they walk by And its So cold at midnight when your Body goes untied Can you imagine a way to survive Dont go walking into seas that are Not mine to have I think Im gonna stay home His mother bought a ticket A fly-away permit to a man half her age His father bought a car, lot will he Try to forget how the wheels are screeching On the pavement Nobodys sleeping when the Dark skies Screaming The back fields are blowing like a Strong boys breath Old man Howard keeps a gun At the back door The trees propose a haunting figure Silhouetted on the hillside You think Im joking(The ice breaks through Saw a ghostly hand write a Message to a stateman)One day the world will drown