Lyrics

the long, lorn winter caused my
fingertips to splinter in the cold.
dourly in the darkness, it's
frozen through my carcass to the bone.
trying to quicken my resolve, i am
stricken in a squall of sin and
cracking at the creases i
purse and peel to pieces from within.

O, how long, sweet Spring? don’t hide Your face from me!

listlessness aplenty, i’ve been
pissing all my pennies down the well but
my mightiest of wishes are but
spurious superstitions i have held.
seeking something i could do that
maybe would imbue some heart,
i found nothing in my doing as my
impotent pursuing fell apart.

O, how long, sweet Spring? don’t hide Your face from me!
O, how long, sweet Spring? don’t hide Your face from me!

when in my sadness, all but ashes,
make me light out of the dark!
i’ve got the joy, i’ve got the joy,
i’ve got the joy down in my heart!
and in my weeping, let it seep
into my broken, brittle bones,
though i’m shaken, spent and aching
i am certain of my hope!

hope! it’s not what you do, it’s what you have!
it’s not what you take, it’s what you’re given, for living on!