I'm letting go of old claws, I'm letting go of fingers and toes I'm letting go of bad thoughts, The heated chair, cold nose And the frozen hint of a lonely winter Will you let it linger on? Pink spots on a grey field Makings of a broken arm The wounds that won't heal, Pressure of a false alarm And the frozen hint of a lonely winter, Will you let it linger on? I'm letting go of windows, I'm letting go of fingers and toes