| Lyrics: | The wind is cold where I live,
The blizzard is my home,
Snow and ice and loaded dice, the
Wizard lives alone,
The wind is cold where I live, whie and cold, and clean,
White and cold
and bought and sold and heartbreak in between,
And so we shall see what is done and done and
done.
Trees are stone where I live, leaves of razor steel,
High and low and ice and
snow, broken on the wheel,
Trees are stone where I live, flowers made of glass,
Cold and
white and wrong and right and voices from the past.
And all our yesterdays are now
undone.
Out of the sun
Frozen and insane, I alone remain,
Held in the vice of my
disdain,
There is now way that anyone will ever,
Make me warm again.
Life is death
where I live, frozen grin my smile,
Sun is moon and out of tune, broken strings and
bile,
Death is life where I live, hearts turned into stone,
Frozen breath, and froze death
and prisons made of bone.
And so we shall see what become's become,
Out of the sun. |
