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.