Fishing for my keys outside of your front door
In the diesel dark slush of a cold November night
The rumble of the wind absorbs every pa**ing sound
But somehow you've got me believing
In a silence that's not born of solitude
But from compa**ion left just holding its breath
But gravity won't fail to make its presence felt
Or to wage war on unmedicated sleep
Its merciless advance nudges me aside
Into the sharp nape of a snowdrift
But if I...
If I make it through this winter...
If I make it through this winter
If I make it through this winter
I think I'll be okay
The few remaining birds, they leap from leafless trees
To circle right above us, and, you know
Their patterns are so strict, they seem etched into the sky
Oh, you squawking, starving heralds
Of impenetrable darkness all day long...
And of the chemicals that set with every sun
So while drivers skid to stops and take down license plates
Their patience worn and weathered as their sk**s
My own nerves bend and fray like branches glazed with ice...
Until I see you trudging with me
But if I...
If I make it through this winter...
If I make it through this winter
If I make it through this winter
I think I'll be okay
Last year's robbery, this year's absent friends:
They all linger in the scars on every wall
And there's nothing left to take; I found solace in that
But now I need something worth losing
If I
If I make it through this winter...
If I make it through this winter
If I make it through this winter
I think I'll be okay
I think I'll be okay