I'm the February blizzard, I'm the hypothermic chill
He dropped into my snow bank so I tucked him in my quilt
At midnight I embraced him, but I blackened all his skin
and when the April ravens vacate, I won't be seeing him again

My shoulders are broad and barren plains
My head is a cold and winding cave
My hands are scalding lava flows
Oh, it shouldn’t be a wonder why they go

I'm an oak with arms outstretched, my leaves are shelter from the storm
He came to me all shook and shivered, he came to me in search of warmth
He came to me to seek my shadow, where the torrents couldn’t pound
But soon the sky’s white veins, they split me, and my limbs, they pin him down

My shoulders are broad and barren plains
My head is a cold and winding cave
My hands are scalding lava flows
Oh, it shouldn’t be a wonder why they go

I'm the loyal hunter's hound, I chase the rabbits down for you
When meals are scarce, we chew on sundowns. The little scraps will have to do
But after weeks of thinning winter, and my hunger's sinking deep,
I'll rummage through your empty game bags and tear your throat out while you sleep

My shoulders are broad and barren plains
My head is a cold and winding cave
My hands are scalding lava flows
Oh, it shouldn’t be a wonder why they go