Glistening frost and all that ****,
the Winters wind chews at the bit.
Christmas songs surfing the waves,
as he slowly fades away.
Lost upon a Winters day.

The shadows and the cold outside,
the sorrows that he tries to hide.
The liquor,
drowning all the hope.
Just another way to cope.

And people pass,
along their way.
A man lies cold upon the ground.
Lost upon a Winters day,
how long now before he's found?
How long now before we're found?