December, freezing... even the stars feel cold
spun from the stories he knew, the ones he told
and he can't feel his hands, his feet
and there's a slowness in his heartbeat
but he keeps holding on, praying for the sun
and hoping he won't come undone
but he's lost... in the wild
trying to find his wife and child
but it's so cold, his breath seems to freeze
and he can't walk anymore, he's on his knees
their car broke down, twelves miles back
and the night's too dark, everything turns black
and they wandered off, he heard them talking
and he was in front of them, he just kept walking
trying to find some warmth, some shelter from the snow
and they just seemed to vanish, where did they go?
and he's been walking in circles, for hours now
thinking he will find them, some way, somehow
but his fingers are numb, right down to the bone
and he feels the lights around him, calling him home
there's no time here, just wide & empty space
he feels the tears freezing to his face
and he calls out for them, until his voice goes hoarse
if only he could see their footsteps, track their course
he just wants to close his eyes and sleep
who knew the forest could go this deep?
they stopped to rest by an old tree
and it would be the last thing he would see
his family frozen together, child and mother
at the end they had each other
and so he curls his body around them, says a pray
and hopes that it's over soon and that he will be there