Winter Photography our love's in jeopardy Winter Photography our love's in jeopardy Sit up all night, talking smoking Sit up all night,smoking Insane in the woods and the deep trees. come again,come again,come again and wait for morning, come again,come again,come again insane in the woods and the deep trees come again and wait for morning Count the dead & wait for morning Winter photography Our love's in jeopardy When I watch the T.V. and I see helicopters swirling Their brutal and bountiful sensation Over the fields and the comic walls I can only smile and fix a meal and think About the child who will one day own you. come again,come again,come again and wait for morning Indians bleeding Indians scattered on dawn's highway Indian, indian what did you die for? Indian says, nothing at all. (And at this point we hear West Virginian mountain music...violins)