When the wrath of winter wins again
After all the leaves have left
And all the voices that once filled the air
Are just a painful echo in my chest
I'll sit and wonder where it went so wrong
And how I let it get this far
Though the answer's right in front of me
It's always close but no cigar
Snow keeps falling down on Michigan
The earth is still beneath its icy veil
If I could hold on till the break of day
I'd live to tell the tale
There's a bottle on the table's edge
A broken wine glass on the floor
Crystal depictions on a window pane
Jack frost painted on my door
The frozen draft that seeps in through the wall
Comes crawling grimly up my chair
It wraps around me with its cold embrace
Reminds me of the absence here
Snow keeps falling down on Michigan
The earth is still beneath its icy veil
If I could hold on till the break of day
I'd live to tell the tale
Cast out and lost among the wilderness
All I fear is seething down inside
I turn my cheek to find the ever-fading light
Dying like a cinder in the night
Snow keeps falling down on Michigan
The earth is still beneath its icy veil
If I could hold on till the break of day
I'd live to tell the tale
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