Woods Of Ypres - Against The Seasons: Cold Winter Songs From The Dead Summer Heat

Artist: Woods Of Ypres
Release: Against The Seasons: Cold Winter Songs From The Dead Summer Heat


1. The Shams Of Optimism

An hour away from home
The lights come on
Standing at the side of the road
I am in awe

Amongst the snow and trees
The freezing cold
I thrive on each sorrowful note

For the moment, all is still
A tranquil pace
The ease of being stranded
In this compassionate place

Amongst the snow and trees
The air is cold and clean
And for the moment, I am at peace

Being able to enjoy a disaster
Is a sham of being so optimistic
Now that the thrill has worn off
And the adventure has lost its charm
I just want to go home

Still waiting at the side of the road
The hours have passed since I last moved
Head down, eyes closed
Into a suspended sleep I fall

Then in sequence, from far to near
Light reflects off of objects before
A sun, of the darkest blues
Rises from the hills behind

2. Crossing The 45th Parallel

To pass between these winter walls
While travelling at night
Taken by reflection
Defines my life

The trees have seen me come this way
Many times at any hours
They stand on both sides
And greet me, as I pass

A time and place, where winter begins
I see inspiring sights
Reminiscent of years gone by
I mine my life

I am being expected
By those who are waiting at home
Taking caution
Knowing I’m guided by white lines covered in snow

On occasion I pass through
From the life I build
To the life I knew

Only the trees would have seen
Who held the wheel
Only they would have seen
When I grew tired of travel

Only the trees would have seen
Who held the wheel
Only they would have seen
When I lost control

In desperate times, in such desperation
This long road travelled once left me behind
Now used for gaining momentum
The theme of it all
Defines my life

3. The Sea Of Immeasurable Loss

Who knows how long I’ve stood here
Or how many times
I may wander, but I will return
The same time each night

For running water plays the score to this scene
I stand and stare into the mirror
This has become so familiar to me
Because I no longer rest where I used to sleep

A handful of water to cool your face
Will be the only comfort you’ll know

So pick up your heart and run for your life
To drain your body of all its energy
For heavy steps on a quiet path
Is the sound of earning your rest

Try to sleep
On the other side of the room
Forget all the time you have lost
For it’s the insight that kills you

This night will end
Only to begin again
And nothing will change until the change of the seasons
Many months away

The night is long
Exhausted, I make my way home
As the earliest of those begin their day
I finally begin to sleep

This strain that resolves in me
Truly has come at a cost
For the rain that falls on me
Was drawn from the sea of immeasurable loss

4. A Meeting Place And Time

A meeting place and time
Our chance to make amends
Whether to meet as planned
Or reach out for the cold upper hand

A meeting place and time
Of which neither of them would show
A meeting place and time

A meeting place and time
Pictured in our minds
To stand up from a table
And prepare for the outside

A meeting place and time
Neither of them would show
A meeting place and time
Neither of them would know

”I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
With that having been said
Could you be careful with your words?
Because my world is in your hands

It was a year ago today
I put a desperate man to death
He was the man I used to be
He trusted every word you said

You can wait no more
It’s time to go home

I hope it’s cold, everyday, where you are…

For this place is where neither of us will meet
For this time when neither of us will wait
And this is the end of this burden, of yours and mine
This is the end of this well rehearsed story of you and I

This meeting place and time
The story of you and I

5. Awaiting The Inevitable

Drawing meaning from the unexpected
A sign that cannot be denied
A portrait of our everlasting expressions
And the distance between us, side by side

Nearing the end of this long discussion
Still struggling for what more to say
A man of words trying to argue his point
With someone who can afford to walk away

This conflict of interest
Of whether to act and indulge
Or risk waiting for the greater gain
That may never come

I’m always pushing my luck, for nothing is ever good enough
While you strive to protect, what you already have
For nothing will ever be as good as it was

A look held too long, or maybe not long enough
In the perfect setting which complicates us
While we await the inevitable end
We enjoy the inevitable events

For everyday that passes we lessen the risk
For everyday that passes makes much more sense
While we await the inevitable end
We enjoy the inevitable events

And now a new tension
This one of silence…

A late morning gaze out of the window
From inside a cold apartment
We look out, we look away
Anywhere but at each other