7th Street Wonderland

The sky was full with a gray winter light

And each freezing degree made its target that night

And the pulse of the snow was the pulse of twilight

The pulse of the snow was the pulse of diamonds

And you wear it in your hair like a constellation

And we both swear by the size of that moon that

The sky will sink tonight

The sky will sink tonight

The sky will sink tonight

The sky will sink tonight