Winter Comes to Those Who Pray
Robert Pollard
I pull them out
Out of the stream
Questions remain
Remake the steam
And paste what cage
No one can see
The tripping gait
Resembles me
The spider aches
And scrambles free
The tilted clock
Says 9 or 3
You'll lose time next
You always will
You know the price
Electric bill
Winter comes to those who pray
It's cold for just another day and
Summer sings the same old song
The children play and pray
For every day
To go away
And come again
The same again