Toast To The New Year - Carbon Leaf

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.