The wind is cold where I live The blizzard is my home Snow and ice and loaded dice The wizard lives alone
The wind is cold where I live White and cold and clean White and cold and bought and sold And heartbreak in between
And so we shall see what is done And done, undone
Trees are stone where I live Leaves of razor steel High and low and ice and snow Broken on the wheel Trees are stone where I live Flowers made of glass Cold and white and wrong and right And voices from the past
And all our yesterdays are now undone
Out of the sun
Frozen and insane I alone remain Held in the vice of my disdain There is no way that anyone will ever Make me warm again
Life is death where I live Frozen grin, my smile Sun is moon and out of tune Broken strings and bile Death is life where I live Hearts turned into stone Frozen breath and froze death And prisons made of bone