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The Cold Midwinter Stream: Made with the support of NZ On Air Co-Producers: Sam Cullen, Ben Malone Music Video Director: Dave Thomson Four degrees in the smokers The wind chill bites my hands In a haze of cigarette silence The smell of it ain’t for me But I’m happy to be invited I’m just here for culture To bear witness to the violence The punters spending their savings On the TAB tonight When the horses run yeah its all over They get cash out from the bar To take on Vegas tonight Blinded by the lights But who am I without them? Without this symphony? These shadows in my blood won’t ever leave And the night never changes, the sins are the same Burying love, keeping all the pain The night never changes, the sins are the same Burying love in all your pain Oh I feel it tonight The darkness in the bloodline The bottles they fall And the mirror doesn’t lie Excess I’ll try Trouble I’ll find I’ll might lose it all But I won’t call it a night I feel it tonight A generational fight To escape the Earth So I won’t call it a night No I won’t call it a night No I won’t call it a night I’ll go until I’m blinded by the light In the cold midwinter There’s a fierce desire I’m taking it too far But I’m not the only one In the cold midwinter Escaping the rising sun I’m taking it too far I’m taking it too far And the cold midwinter Is burned into my blood I'm taking it too far I'm taking it too far
