My boots crunch at the borders of an icy winter stream in my dream
I'm seeing my reflection, all those tiny frozen imperfections
Wondering if I'm as hopeless as I seem
on the surface
no, I'll be alright on my own but I'm not alone
I live inside of this nightmare for the better part of a year
I learn soon you never loose if you just decide to never choose
Well the truth is I'm too scared to move, what if I fall?
and crack the surface
no, I'll be alright on my own but I'm not alone
Sometimes I worry about those kitchen flies
With their shrouded voices and their thousand eyes
And the way oil moves when it hits the skin
and begins to slip in and under the surface