The trees have dropped their leaves
And all pretense of living
Followed by frozen sleep
And forgetting summer’s name

I raise my hands to winter
Barest branches form a shape
Skies have frozen over
And I will do the same

Cut the tree down and drag it in
Drape its body in ornaments
Like us, it once was a living thing
But I stole its life and limb

It’s a black, black season
It’s a black, black season
And I don't need no reason
To feel bad