We build our fortress and stockpile our rounds Making ammunition out of flurries on the ground White and green, the dull sound of the trees White and green, as far as the eyes can see
Close your eyes and come with me to places You’ll never see, beyond imaginary Touch the realm of peace, the mystery Close your eyes and meet me inside this dream
Prepare for battle, the conflict of your dreams In trenches we huddle to celebrate with screams
In these drifts we lay creating wings of angels Far from reality to pause the rush of history