In every single winter's day As I see my shadow fade a way Seems that every humble plea Dictates a door without a key Dilapidated broken bones In this empty shell that I call my home Point at me at the same way To early skies and early graves And so everywhere I see the dead In the ground and in my head Now the risk is crystal clear I might kill myself from living here But what is life but constant changing I'd take it all and rearrange it Cuz what is there to fucking fear? We're stagnating, wish you were here You were here