it's cold outside, there's no kind of atmosphere; I'm all alone, more or less.

running home in the cold
eyes wet
cheeks burn
never been so bold
but
when all is said
and all is done
when the trail you follow
faster walks
all that's left is
run

following in the footsteps
one will never know
hair tangles
fingers numb
hard to move in snow
but
when all is said
and all is done
when the step you follow
faster walks
all that's left is
run

figures in the distance
obscured by pass of time
feet freeze
ears ache
mourning the slow climb
but
when all is said
and all is done
when the one you look for
faster walks
all that's left is
run

run, run, run, run, run

-

it's cold as halibut bones outside.

//Let me fly, far away from here
fun, fun, fun
in the sun, sun, sun//