The Coldest Days Of Winter Lyrics - Dead Soul Tribe

In walking sleep and faded sight 

In countless desperate steps 

Trudging crossed a dead end world 

Clawing to the depths 

Competing on the treadmill 

But grieving where they stand 

An ordinary circumstance 

An ordinary man 

They gathered all possession found 

They consummate their plans 

Bleeding at their fingers 

From digging with their hands 

They all congratulate themselves 

But nothing have they done 

Their vessels lined up on the shelves 

But empty every one 

The point of no return 

The closing of the door 

The coldest days of Winter 

The center of the storm 

Before the dust has settled down 

Before the spiral turns a twist 

Before the numbers of your bank account 

Are carved into your wrist 

One by one we'll walk away 

And watch the towers fall 

Before the season old in Winter cold 

Makes cretins of us all