Cold On The Soul

I’ve been outside for ten long minutes
I’m freezing cold
I am not used to all of this snow

‘Cause when I see the snow
It freezes me in place
I cannot move my hands or fingers
And I cannot feel my face

Oh, but you, you are to blame
I will stand here until you’re awake
And when you wipe that sand from your eyes
I will still be outside

Waiting patiently
Unless I have died
I’ll fall backwards and be buried
By those flakes that fall from the sky

Oh, but I will resurrect
A man with three coal buttons on his vest
And those eyes as black as death
Oh, just to whisper in your ear
“It’s for the best, it’s for the best
It’s for the best…”