Lightheavy Rapture - Beat!Beat!Beat!

Listen, the wind is still

And far away in the night

See!

The uplands fill

With a running light

Open the doors.

It is warm;

And where the sky was clear

Look!

The head of a storm

That marches here

Come under the trembling hedge

Fast, although you fumble…

There!

Did you hear the edge

Of winter crumble

Open the doors, It is warm

And where the sky was clear

Look!

The head of a storm

That marches here