There's no daylight
There's no warmth
This old engine
Won't turn over
I feel lucky
I can see my breath
It means that I'm still kicking,
In this icebox
On the northern edge
The vertigo
Is forming stars
Slowing down
Of a tired comet
I feel defeated
I can feel my hands
Turning into twisted,
Jagged icicles
Hanging from the ledge
It's just me
And some distant howl
Reaching for the big, old moon
Everything
That I knew
Changes so soon
The fields were gold,
Now it's frozen dirt
The birds have all moved south
The better it feels,
The more it'll hurt
Your name burns in my mouth
I feel grateful
Something else besides
Mother nature strains you,
Plains you,
But she provides
There's no night time,
But there's no sun
It's all one
Continuous motion
Oooh, oooh
Oooh
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