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