Its still so very cold outside, I cant walk through the snow And all my dreams are buried by the road
And all the men who walk the streets With their signs of what is true Have they not found what we already know?
Do they know Do they know The lies and riddles of our lives And the plays we stage
What have I done to myself? What have I done? I fell right through the looking glass again And all the ones standing guard to keep us from the gates Have they not found what we already know
Do they know Do they know Cast your sleight of hand aside In the plays we stage
It’s still so very cold outside I can’t walk through the snow I fell right through the looking glass again
And the plays we stage
Theres no more turning back Theres nothing left to see You should have known the hand you played