am i still really here even though I hate this weathernand with each passing year i swear it's my last winternbut i'm still living here with wet hands stuck in the freezerni've got a choice and either way it's gonna stingnngoddamn it's coldni haven't seen the sun in weeksnand I hate this weatherncoldnlike hell it's coldnthe gray is creeping onto menso let's stick togetherncoldnnit used to be different herenmy friends they all lived so closenbut when the first frost appeared they flew west before the lake frozennow I'm still dying here with my tongue against the flagpoleni'll be numb soon but i'll save face waiting 'til springnnwill i hold on until the snow turns to rainncan i hold on until i see you againnnthe warnings were clearnnothing grows in the tundrannow i've been frozen for yearsnand still begging for the summer to get me out of herenbut i can't wait any longernthis town can keep all of the flesh i leave behindnngoddamn it's coldni think the sun has gone to sleepnand i hate this weatherncoldnaw fuck it's coldnthe gray is taking over menso goodbye foreverncoldnnnow i'm told that the crew is deicing my planenso just hold on i'm coming to see you again