The biting winter air lingers outside It's late at night and I can hear them joyful and full of life Disposable Predictable and safe Instead I lock myself inside this place beyond my age Like the back of my hand I know the feeling all too well My mind is a cloud above my shoulders But my body's forgetting to breathe Believe That I can find reprieve A stay of execution by my own hands These autumn leaves predict a winter's freeze These brittle bones prefer to be left beside myself The rains of spring return to summer's heat But I'll stay inside and wonder why I still feel the cold The panoramic view of the skyline is killing me It reminds me of the sprawling failures I've conceived These autumn leaves predict a winter's freeze These brittle bones prefer to be left beside myself The rains of spring return to summer's heat But I'll stay inside and wonder why I still feel the cold All I feel is Winter This old soul is full of hope that one day I'll be free Free This old soul is full of hope that one day I'll be free