The wind is cold where I live, [unverified] and cold and clean
Frozen and insane, I alone remain held in the vice of my disdain
White and cold and bought and sold and heartbreak in between
And all our yesterdays are now undone, out of the sun
There is now way that anyone will ever, make me warm again
Frozen breath, and froze death and prisons made of bone
Trees are stone where I live, leaves of razor steel
High and low and ice and snow, broken on the wheel
Trees are stone where I live, flowers made of glass
Cold and white and wrong and right and voices from the past
And so we shall see what is done and done and done
Life is death where I live, frozen grin my smile
Sun is moon and out of tune, broken strings and bile
Death is life where I live, hearts turned into stone
