Out of the Sun

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, whie 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 and done
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 now 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
And so we shall see what become's become
Out of the sun