Tumbling cold, the wind bites me
I fit the mold, but I lost the key
Teaching and preaching, they're not the same thing
Difference is, one's now a sin
Every corner, every street, we take our strife
A chorus of anger, waiting to be heard
Cause I'm free
All that's in the past
I can't believe this love we see
Possible winter's last
All we can do, is fight the wind and the rain
Avoiding suffering by doling out pain
Cause I'm free
All that's in the past
I can't believe this love we see
Possible winter's last
Thank God I'm free
All that's in the past
I can't believe this love we see
Possible winter's last
Tumbling cold, the wind bites me
I fit the mold, but I lost the key
Teaching and preaching, they're not the same thing
Difference is, one's now a sin
