Winter tells its [bad word] to anyone who'll listen 
It will whisper to you slowly when the light is low 
And I will sit and wonder over everything I've written 
And still not know 

The smell of pine and nursery rhymes is rising 
There are some things that are broken and some things to hold tight 
To the few brave birds of the season who are sky writing 
Shine your light 

'Cause there's a [bad word] angel 
Dances to my heart 
Singin' lonely days 
Brand new start 
Brand new start 

And now is the time I will raise my eyes and be honest 
And look out across the plane of another tired and reckless year 
And give thanks for the love and the wonder that was hurled upon us 
And you, my dear 

And a [bad word] angel 
Dances to my heart 
Singin' lonely days 
Brand new start 
Brand new start 

You can hear the howl of wings, you can feel it when the wine is flowing 
And the tired and the lonely lay down their weary heads 
And baby, sometimes the beauty in this [bad word] from just not knowing 
Feeling instead 
Feeling instead 
Feeling instead