Winter Is for Kierkegaard

Winter is for Kierkegaard and mapping out these shining stars
And over coats to Pont Des Artes
And reaching through the vast expansive sky
Oh holy night

And you always ask the how and why
And I always answer "pourquois pas"
We are young and we are free
And all the world rests at our feet, and why?
Hell, why not?

And I’m not sorry about the weather
It’s cold and calm and it’s clear
We’ll sit inside and we’ll talk about whatever
Till the sky falls down around us

I take my coffee with my cream
And all the world is as it seems
And home is not so far away
But it is for another day ahead
I think?

And all the while this solid world melts into air
And permanence becomes a prayer!
An echo rising from the deep, to wake the hearts of those who sleep alone
We've miles to go

And I’m not sorry about the weather
It’s cold it’s calm and it’s clear
We’ll drink some wine and we’ll talk about whatever
Till the sky falls down around us

I've seen the world in black and white
And I've seen the fire and the light!
In violence, in calm respite, and fumbling through I decide that I
That I know nothing, nothing!

But winter is for Kierkegaard, and reaching, reaching through the dark
And holding onto that honest heart with every bit of life you have and it's all
Oh, and it's alright

And I’m not sorry about the weather
It’s cold it’s calm and it’s clear
We’ll sit inside and we’ll talk about whatever
Till the sky falls down around us