| The darkness is creeping in, |
| And the world is a place to hide, |
| I’m on my knees in the cool winter breeze, |
| and I think of you. |
| And I have tried and I have won, |
| and I have done so many things, |
| We’ll sit and smile and stand for a while, |
| And I have done so many things. |
| The soil breaks your fall, |
| As you come crashing down like you’ve done a thousand times before, |
| Your smell’s still rich on my nose, |
| As you tore back my cheap clothes. |
| And I have tried and I have won, |
| and I have lost so many things, |
| And we sit and smile and stand for a while, |
| And I have lost so many things. |
| And I still hear your voice, In my house, in my room, |
| You’re calling, you’re ten feet falling down, |
| Soil will break your fall like it’s done a thousand times before, |
| And I still think of you when the night gets cold, |
| When it’s cold |