Triage

[Verse]
The double doors swing on a rusted hinge
Against the gale of a winter night.
A string of bulbs with a nervous tinge
Casts a sickly glow of frosted light.
Snowflakes melt on a scarlet floor,
The heavy scent of pine and pine-sol blend.
We count the seconds, we wait for more,
To see which way the scales will bend.

[Pre-Chorus]
Tones are chiming like a steeple bell,
But there is no peace in this quiet hell.
The clipboards rattle, the sirens scream,
A jagged edge on a holy dream.

[Chorus]
Hold the line until the morning.
Hold the line, the night is long.
Midst the tinsel and the warning,
Hold the line and stay strong.
Hold the line until the morning.
Hold the line, the night is long.
Midst the tinsel and the warning,
Hold the line and stay strong.
Floughting a compounded triage.

[Verse]
A child is sleeping in a plastic chair,
Clutching a bear with a missing eye.
The hum of oxygen fills the air,
Under a cold and indifferent sky.
There are no carols, just a steady beat,
The green line dancing on a dark screen.
We wrap the trauma in a sterile sheet,
The strangest Christmas that I have seen.

[Chorus]
Hold the line until the morning.
Hold the line, the night is long.
Midst the tinsel and the warning,
Hold the line and stay strong.
Hold the line until the morning.
Hold the line, the night is long.
Midst the tinsel and the warning,
Hold the line and stay strong.
Floughting a compounded triage.

[Bridge]
The clock is ticking on the lobby wall,
While midnight passes in the frantic hall.
We are the shepherds in white and blue,
Trying to pull the spirit through.

[Chorus]
Hold the line until the morning.
Hold the line, the night is long.
Midst the tinsel and the warning,
Hold the line and stay strong.
Hold the line until the morning.
Hold the line, the night is long.
Midst the tinsel and the warning,
Hold the line and stay strong.
Floughting a compounded triage.

[Outro]
The sun is rising on the snow.
The weary travelers turn to go.
Silent night.
Floughting a compounded triage.