Whose streets these are I think I know
Under concrete canopy covered in snow.
The street-light trees hold blackened bulbs
Under ice-thick night the world just feels so old.
So cold.
Could I be the only one
Not trying to reach out to the Sun?
Fending frost and fighting folds,
Averting glances from a world so sold.
So cold.
We're in the cold.
The cold.
We've bargained souls.
The cold.
You'll pay the toll?
The cold.
You'll play your role
In the cold.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 7:45 AM UTC
Whose streets these are I think I know
Under concrete canopy covered in snow.
The street-light trees hold blackened bulbs
Under ice-thick night the world just feels so old.
So cold.
Could I be the only one
Not trying to reach out to the Sun?
Fending frost and fighting folds,
Averting glances from a world so sold.
So cold.
We're in the cold.
The cold.
We've bargained souls.
The cold.
You'll pay the toll?
The cold.
You'll play your role
In the cold.
