| Song | Winter Moon |
| Artist | Gravenhurst |
| Album | Black Holes In The Sand |
| We sit in warm rooms | |
| Outside the winter moon shines down on a frozen field far beyond the edge of town furrows ploughed hard as mountains we sit in warm rooms outside the winter moon shines down through branches of needle trees rake the black sky like leaves and the stars are silent and in our rooms beside the fire we talk ignoring all of the dramas played outside and in our rooms beside the fire we drink unaware of all nature's forces in our lives |