Verse 1

Out in the snow where the mammoths went down,

Three old ghosts huddle ‘round a fire that’s drowned.

One’s scratchin’ his beard like a map of the stars,

Another’s got eyes like two busted jars.

The third one’s standin’ bare as the day he was born,

Starin’ at the hut door, waitin’ for the morn.

Smoke curls up lazy from a pot full of regret,

And the wind howls a tune that the living forget.

Chorus

Bury that seed, boy, deep in the frost,

Truth’s just a whisper from the ones that you lost.

Everything beautiful comes from the ground,

But you’re runnin’ from shadows that drag you around.

Friday night holy ghost, take me to your level,

Show me the one I need most—hell, I’ll pay the devil.

It’s all inside you now, that underground sound,

But what you-what you-watch you—what you runnin’ from?

Verse 2

There’s a winged cat dancin’ on rooftops of tin,

Orange and crooked, with a grin full of sin.

Little blue kitten hangin’ from its tail,

Over spires that lean like they’re ready to fail.

Cherry blossoms fall on a poodle’s soft fur,

A girl’s holdin’ him high while the photographer stirs.

Man in the back with a strap ‘cross his chest,

Snappin’ the moment before it goes west.

Bridge

Cat on my head with pink cans on its ears,

Hearin’ the static of all my old fears.

We’re dancin’ in rooms where the light’s turnin’ green,

Words in the dark like a telegram dream.

Physics and math, they don’t mean a damn thing,

When sex, power, money start pullin’ the string.

Paroles, paroles, just wind in the wires,

Carryin’ caramel lies and the funeral pyres.

Chorus (Outro, fading into coughs and clinks)

Bury that seed… deep in the frost…

Truth’s just a whisper… from the ones that you lost…

(Repeat, slower, like boots crunchin’ snow, till it trails off into silence.)