I'm on a frozen jetway
I'm waiting for a ride
Exploring in the meantime
The bottom of my boot
How far can it go
Where's my second hand
There's a second chance in the terminal
Nothing can predict
How long I will need
Combing through the shit
Finding out my truth
I'm founded in the ice age
I turned it into mud
And deep below the snow cone
You could have seen my bones
But you were never there
I proclaim it's mine
Pushing to the rest
Waiting for the last line
But you were never there
I proclaim it's mine
Pushing to the rest
Waiting for the last line
