Isotope
"Dead of the winter snow gently falling stillness surrounds us church bells are calling Out in the distance Cuts thru the grey clouds I couldn't live here now But maybe someday Maybe one day soon Dead of the winter Tracks in the new snow See where they lead to See where they will go Into the forest somebodys waiting I wouldn't go there now You do what you want You do or you don't Your call Carbon emissions de-forestation Antarctic warming Land degradation Fuel-wood consumption Urbanization I couldn't live here now But maybe one day soon"
Writer/s: Paul Waaktaar-Savoy
