Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
This could be bass, but on guitar it is a 3rd fret on the low E string.
On an icy island north
In the woods beside the church
We can bury crills and lockets - filled with dirt
And when the April thaws
Brings us out again
We can bless the arrows
And the sun won't stall
And the land will never fall
On virgin fields we'll skate
Snap our children we'll create
But the artic wind breeze ends
And windmills thrill - into the threshing floor
You can't thresh the snow
When the snow is ending
There's no deep vine grove
You can't see the blankets go
Everything I did was right
Everything I said was wrong
Now we're waiting for the night
To bring the dawn - into the only room
Where the fire's warm
Where we keep our vices warm
And that's all that's left
All that's left is vices torn