My boots crunch at the borders of an icy winter stream in my dream I'm seeing my reflection, all those tiny frozen imperfections Wondering if I'm as hopeless as I seem on the surface no, I'll be alright on my own but I'm not alone I live inside of this nightmare for the better part of a year I learn soon you never loose if you just decide to never choose Well the truth is I'm too scared to move, what if I fall? and crack the surface no, I'll be alright on my own but I'm not alone Sometimes I worry about those kitchen flies With their shrouded voices and their thousand eyes And the way oil moves when it hits the skin and begins to slip in and under the surface