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