Drafty Rooms

The morning hit our hearts with a pang

Here we go again

Frigid cold and empty skies

We breath this but we don't know why

Here we go again

You pack your bags

And find my note

You're flying high

I pull back home

It's cold as hell

Pacing through the night

Cracking brittle fingertips

Drafty rooms inside our homes

Winter touching all the wounds

Sunsets always go

Foreheads pressed against the glass

We're trapped and buried with the grass

Smothered by the snow

The last leaf falls

And the frost sets in

The sun gave up

'Cause she got so thin

But I'm holding on...

Cracking brittle fingertips

Drafty rooms inside our homes

Winter touching all the wounds

We have time to make mistakes