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