Some have to see to believe it Others are blind and can feel it The flame burns as thick as the wick It's getting colder in here, It's colder in...
Here comes the part where we start our lives Don't fall behind
What a sight for the sore eyes? It's getting colder in here it's sobering To see them shuffle to the back of the line When the ending is near and the marks that we make are so clear
Quivering thoughts now surround you Engulfed by the times that we undo. The ties that hold shadows at bay Are unbound and undone All but the one
Here comes the part where we start our lives Don't fall behind
What a sight for the sore eyes? It's getting colder in here it's sobering To see them shuffle to the back of the line When the ending is near and the marks that we make are so clear
Good-bye, nothing makes us want to try You're too close to look behind Just one touch, we could change so much On the edge I stand preparing to go... but I feel I've already been here
What a sight for the sore eyes? It's getting colder in here it's sobering To see them shuffle to the back of the line When the ending is near and the marks that we make are so clear I feel I've already been here.