The path is the reason I put my shoulder under your head There's a lump in his throat Something slowly swings under the snow They burned the recipe for eternal life We wander as hungry as orphans Holding each other's hands Feeling the snow eating us We don't care about the end A black cloud hangs over our prayers We don't care about the end We don't care about the end A black cloud hangs over our prayers It slowly swings Under the snow It slowly swings Under the snow It slowly swings It slowly swings