Tarot · Track 68 · middle
Five of Pentacles
RWS: two beggars in the snow, one on crutches with bandaged feet and one barefoot with a shawl, passing beneath a lit stained-glass window full of pentacles. Keywords: destitution, exclusion, the warmth burning just above your head, cold at least shared.
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Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] The rubber tip is wearing to the wood, It catches on the ice, I never balance good. You've got that thin grey shawl pulled past your cheek, Bare feet stepping on the frozen street. Keep your head down, brace against the wind, Don't think about the places that we haven't been. [Chorus] Look at that window burning yellow-gold, Spilling all that colored light into the snow. Five bright circles shining in the lead, Inside they've got a fire and the bread. We don't look up, we just keep pushing through. I ain't got a copper penny left... But I'm walking next to you. [Verse 2] Got these white rags wrapped around my shins, I can't rightly feel where the heavy air begins. The neon bank sign says it's 17 degrees, You lean your shivering shoulder into me. Just match my rhythm, keep a steady pace, There ain't no welcome in this kind of place. [Chorus] Look at that window burning yellow-gold, Spilling all that colored light into the snow. Five bright circles shining in the lead, Inside they've got a fire and the bread. We don't look up, we just keep pushing through. I ain't got a copper penny left... But I'm walking next to you. [Bridge] Some folks say that glowing glass is meant to heal, A colored picture of the warmth we cannot feel. But I just count the patterns in my head, The brain will build a puzzle to forget the legs instead. If we stop moving, the blood begins to slow... We just have to keep on walking till we don't. [Guitar Solo] [Outro] Just match my rhythm. Don't look up at the light. I've got you. We're just walking through the night. [End]