Winter Bird
Aurora Lyrics

Walking in my sleep
Moving through life without fully awakening to the present moment

Like the naked trees
Feeling exposed, vulnerable, and stripped of one's protective coverings

Will they wake up again?
Worrying about whether or not one's dormant potential will ever be realized

Do they sleep, do they dream?
Questioning whether or not lifeless objects possess consciousness or imagination

Feel it as the wind strokes my skin
Sensually experiencing the physical sensations of wintertime

I am moved by the chill
Feeling emotionally and spiritually awakened by the starkness and severity of winter

Hear the winter bird sing
Receiving solace and beauty from the simple joys of nature's cycle

My tears are always frozen
Inward emotions are often suppressed or hidden from sight

I can see the air I breathe
The cold and crispness of winter awaken the senses and heighten one's perception

But my fingers paint the pictures
Utilizing one's imagination and creativity to overcome feelings of isolation and depression

On the glass in front of me
Creating and observing a make-shift world through reflection on one's surroundings

Lay me by the frozen river
Seeking refuge in a place of calm and solitude, where life's struggles can be contemplated and processed

Where the bones have passed me by
Reflecting on the harsh realities of life and death

All I need is to remember
Holding onto memories of what it means to experience happiness and vitality

How it was to feel alive
Striving to reconnect with the spark and vibrancy of life that has been lost or forgotten

Silent days, violent chase
The stillness of winter is contrasted with the frenzied pursuit of personal goals and ambitions

We are dancing again
Rediscovering the joy and beauty of momentary happiness despite the darkness that looms

In a dream by the lake
Escaping the harsh realities of life in a whimsical reverie by the water's edge

Rest against my pillow like the ageing winter sun
Feeling tired and weary, as though one's own energy is waning and growing cold

Only wake each morning to remember that you're gone
Being haunted by the memory of loss and loneliness

So I drift away again, to winter I belong
Finding solace in the temporary relief provided by the season's barrenness

My tears are always frozen, ah
Feeling as though frozen tears are an ever-present part of one's existence

All I need is to remember
Emphasizing the importance of holding onto the memory of what it means to be fully alive and present in the moment

How it was to feel alive
Believing that remembering the feeling of being alive is key to rekindling the light of hope and passion