Toast To The New Year

In the richest of seasons, we’re drenched to the bone.
While the light is still bright, we bring the year to a close.
Sometimes we’re standing there naked,
frozen in our own past, and winter’s ritual colors.
She rings out her last
And in the richest of seasons, in these colors we bathe,
we greet the onset of winter and what we know she will take.
And so you make resolutions, if it’s all just the same
If a wound is a wound, why not just cut myself upon change?
In black and light, the year is formally closed
Yet still the darkest of seasons shimmer silver and gold
So let’s dress up like penguins, we’ll huddle en masse
We will ring in the new year, we’ll throw a curse to the last
And so we make resolutions, if it’s all just the same
If a wound is a wound, why not just cut myself upon change?
And so a toast to the New Year, and farewell to the last
May we dream ourselves forward, frozen wind at our backs
And so a toast to the New Year, and farewell to the last
May we dream ourselves forward, frozen wind at our backs
Another toast to the New Year, may we spring back to life
When the colors start shifting in the burgeoning light
May we spring back to life… may we spring back to life
When the colors start shifting in the burgeoning light
In black and white, the year is formally closed.