Heat in Our Lungs Live Acoustic

11. **HEAT IN OUR LUNGS (ACOUSTIC) (3:43) ISRC - CAT5D1800011
Lights on the garlands hung, Lay soft like the clouds from the heat in our lungs; Warm like the winter sun, we gather; The bells and the brass don't age But the songs they make don't feel the same, The way they used to make me sing. Oh Used to bring more this morning each year, Oh More than this winter. So thaw us, Like a sun, Water off our skin, it runs; All of our Mistakes undone, Just melting off 'til there's none. Shortest day of the year Like the dawn and dusk reach their cold hands to touch, But the night stays bright by the neon church window; I don't miss the food or the tree When it's gone all to long for is family, Now I just dream over my shoulder.Oh Seems to bring less this morning each year,Oh None but a winter. So thaw us, Like a sun, Water off our skin, it runs; All of our Mistakes undone, Just melting off 'til there's none.