Next time I bare the cold
I better bring along better clothes
I feel my breathing slow, now I know
Fingers are icicles to the bone
I guess I'm freezing alive
Beauty in how fragile the design
The glaring sun will show
With only puddles to remind
Last time I bare my soul
The crushing weight befalls me alone
I feel a fleeting hold, now I know
Lingering ghost enclosed in the cold
I guess I'm freezing alive
Beauty in how fragile the design
The glaring sun will show
With only puddles to remind
I see your face
Through the liquid mirror
She's got blood on her face
Such a pretty picture
I took the stairs up to a castle in the sky
Watched an angel fall from the sky
Fall from the sky
I guess I'm freezing alive
Beauty in how fragile the design
The glaring sun will show
With only puddles to remind
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