No bodies move, their colours spill in gutters   In my chest   We raise our chins to break the wind while winter   Sleeps in cheeks      We are where the seasons meet   We are where the seasons meet      We curse this fog and send it off   In sparks that ride on evil thoughts   This fight is old and reeks of shredding skin   The rugs worn thin from bodies rolling in      Rolling in   Rolling in   Rolling in      The plague swept through our neighbourhood   Something sinister, something good   And Eloise, bring the breeze and shake these bones   To life      Shake these bones