State Broadcasters trespassers

We'll be born in the dark days of winter
We'll be born with tears in our eyes
Feeling like we dont belong here
Feeling like trespassers here
I try to imagine a landscape without you – a wilderness here x2
Take off your coat
Sit by the fire
Brush out your hair
Your true friend is here
Death I'll defy you
Not sure that i want to
Your finger on my lips
But i will resist
I will resist
We scrape trough dark days of winter
Looking fast to clean the tears from our eyes
Still feel like we dont belong here
Still feel like trespassers here
I try to imagine a langscape without you – a wilderness here x2
Take off your coat
Sit by the fire
Brush out your hair
Your true friend is here
Death I'll defy you
Not sure that i want to
Your finger on my lips
But i will resist
I will resist
Ahhhhh ahhhhh
Ahhhhh ahhhhh
I try to imagine a landscape without you – a wilderness here x3