Paraty
Stuart McLamb
Winter's queen, behold her
Eyes in the back of her head
Turn a leaf, much colder
Than I could ever dread
Take the time to look into them
Til they reflect all of the ones you knew so well
Knew so well, she's gone back into her shell
Her citadel
All the tress in order
Lives coming back from the dead
We could be south of the border
Paraty on a river bed
Take the time to breathe into them
Til they take you to the home you knew so well
Knew so well, she's set sail
On the wishing well
Back into herself
Where you finally fell
