WINTERTIME GUNS

v1
We lay between tricks and a heaven so wild.
It’s quarter past six – and by seven you smile.
The way that a treetop is lightning for ash,
it looks like its reaching the sky for a flash.

v2
We greatly defend that we killed every god.
The play of that memory still gets applauds.
It appears every deed has a bliss to commit
as here’s never beaten by miss or a hit.

ref
The wintertime guns are the dawn and a kiss.
A gift from the sun – The morning I miss.
The morning – it still is a gift from the sun.
A storm is a ribbon round wintertime guns.

Guitar Solo

v3
We’re recalling us proud – as the guns with no fear,
we were talking about it – that once isn’t here.
The building of worlds made us party and dance,
thinking the hurt in our hearts had a chance.

ref
The wintertime guns are the dawn and a kiss.
A gift from the sun – The morning I miss.
The morning – it still is a gift from the sun.
A storm is a ribbon round wintertime guns.

“Make me believe I am time – and make me believe you are too.”
“Make me believe I am time – and make me believe you are too.”

Guitar Solo

WINTERTIME GUNS