It's the snow...
That falls around us...
That takes our shame, and leaves us bare.
It's the cold...
That drives us forward...
For we know the spring is coming.

I'm tired inside, I'm dying,
And nobody knows my pain,
I've tried, oh I've tried,
To last until the melting rain,
Till summer comes to move us on from the past,
And give us rest because we are running fast.

It's the snowdrifts...
That pull us down inside...
That heavy weight, of death and guilt.
It's the frigid winds...
That bite our hearts...
And leave us to repent ourselves.

I'm tired inside, I'm dying,
And nobody knows my pain,
I've tried, oh I've tried,
To last until the melting rain,
Till summer comes to move us on from the past,
And give us hope because now we're sleeping at last.