I think it's strange   How we blame the Darkness   Blame it on the light   I think it's strange   How we do the wrong things   And undo the right   Strange ... We try and explain   All the bad things we survive   Jesus. This is   WinterLand.   Jesus. This is   WinterLand.   I think it's strange   How faith is a blind thing   And there's no one we trust   I think it's strange   When it's always cold   But it's never Xmas   Strange ... We doubt what we know   Try and believe in ourselves   Free to fly   Free to fall   Free to empty   Free to be filled   Free to help   Free to hurt   Free to love and   Free to evil