Awake I lie cowering in the cold
Asleep I remember nothing
The cold seems to suck the will to live
Knees so sore they could cry
Rhythmic music penetrating the deepest confines of my soul
Letting the cold seep further in
My eyes, they slowly close
Inward they lean, down they venture
While the spiral takes me in
The cold soothes my sin
With tiny little dancers
I begin moving to the tune of my skin
