7th Street Wonderland

The sky was full with a gray winter light
And each freezing degree made its target that night
And the pulse of the snow was the pulse of twilight
The pulse of the snow was the pulse of diamonds
And you wear it in your hair like a constellation
And we both swear by the size of that moon that
The sky will sink tonight
The sky will sink tonight
The sky will sink tonight
The sky will sink tonight