THE ROOM , FILLED WITH THE SMOKE FROM THE FIREPLACE , IS COLD.
THE PUFF , LEAVING MY LIPS FROM MY PIPE TODAY , IS COLD.
THE FIRE IS STILL ALIVE , TO PROVIDE ALL THE WARMTH AND THAW OUT EMOTIONS ,
GENTLY BREATHING LIFE TO THESE DARK AND GLOOMY DAYS ,
BRING US BACK TO LIFE AND MAKE EVERYTHING GAY ,
BUT THE DOOR IS LOCKED ,
AND THE KEYS DANGLE IN YOUR HEART .