My blade is dulled, it no longer cuts the ice through
I'll chip away at the light beyond the ceiling
My fingers rough and calloused hold me to the morning
I'm gone before my head breaks through the surface
Tell me
How'd we get so cold inside the helmet?
As my heartrate slows I fear the ending
But I still feel the rush
I'm outside your party
Feeling the worst
Just forget about me
I'm hurting you first
Raise me over the canyon
I can't cross this river between us
It'll bleed me dry if I run away so
I won't be here long
But I still feel the rush
I'm outside your party
I'm spinning in circles
I wanna be with you
This cold is an anchor
This cold is an anchor
Too late, baby what you want?
Baby what you need?
Day late, dollar short
Too late, baby what you want?
Baby what you need?
Day late, dollar short
Too late, baby what you want?
Baby what you need?
Day late, dollar short
Day late, dollar short
Day late, dollar short