I'm gonna go out when the snow melts Ad rake up all these leaves So this wind won't scatter them with my habits, insecurities I will let dangle from my lips Burn holes in the qualities The best of me that will flicker and fade away What's left In the cracks of my skin When my voice is caught And carried by the wind? Follow the direction of my breath Because this winter gives me no fucking rest It will be better at my back Than when it fills my hollow chest Never to leave any words in tact. What's left In the cracks of my skin When my voice is caught And carried by the wind? (What's Left?) Take this down, bury it there Move the earth where no wind will follow It's in the cracks of my skin And the words from my mouth will be silent But I will stand tall. Time will tell if death takes us away (I will stand tall) To paradise or the end of our lives (I will stand tall) Our lives (I will stand tall) Our lives (I will stand tall) Time will tell if death takes us away To paradise or the end of our lives