Front yard is grey washed with snow
Nowhere for the green to grow
You've claimed this place as your own
Hate it but you never let it go
Your heavy head is sinking and you're grasping for the wall
Knocking over swinging and collapsing for the fall
When you align your limbs
Wounds just tighten, thinning your skin
When are you gonna give in?
Pale and frightened, grim as your sins
Trudging you're filled up with dread
Dragging the load as you tread
Your reasons to go planning ahead
End up wasted time instead
You're heavy head is sinking and you're grasping for the wall
Knocking over swinging and collapsing for the fall
When you Align your limbs
Wounds just tighten, thinning your skin
When are you gonna give in?
Pale and frightened, grim as your sins