I fell down thirty feet of stairs
Landed in a hole buried under cloak
And as I grow I tried to let this go
But I cannot hide under half-shut eyes
Break: A
And I feel it calling me again
In the winter ice I stand
And I feel it calling me again
So what will it take
To make this finally the end?
Carving snow, I found myself a glove
So I took it home and my body, mind and soul
draped in robes like soft and flowing tones
Through a combo and it's quarter cranked again
And this time I follow my own lines
*PreChorus Riff *
And I feel it calling me again
In the winter ice I stand
And I feel it calling me again
So what will it take
To make this finally the end?
It's the breaking point, the crossed out, the fine lines we hide, the lies
Medicine, and crooked ties define why I'm not who you thought you liked
REPEAT
It's the breaking point, the crossed out, the fine lines they hide, the lies
Medicine, and crooked ties define why I am not who you thought you liked
It's the breaking point, the crossed out, the fine lines they hide, the lies
Medicine, and crooked ties define why I am not who you thought you liked