In the morning it felt like the world had stopped   And clenched like a giant fist up tight   But then you noticed the dust still dropped   And danced through the bedroom window light      It’s the woodsmoke smell of winter   It’s the sad things that you’ll miss   Like the woodsmoke smell of winter   And the sad things like this      Let it all come down like fog on a cold field   Let it all come down like frost on the lawn   Let it all come down like leaves in a teacup   Let it all come down like trees in a storm      There’ll be cars on the street soon enough   And someone will come and collect the bins   Everyone will return to their everyday stuff   And you’ll sleep through the mess that you’re in      It’s the woodsmoke smell of winter   It’s the sad things that you’ll miss   Like the woodsmoke smell of winter   And the sad things like this      Let it all come down like fog on a cold field   Let it all come down like frost on the lawn   Let it all come down like leaves in a teacup   Let it all come down like trees in a storm   Let it all come down like sleep on your eyelids   Let it all come down softly as snow onto snow   Let it all come down seeing the river below you   Let it all come down feeling your fingers let go      It’s the woodsmoke smell of winter