So cold.

Living in a little corner of the world,

living in a hole.

I'll never find a better soul

Back in the walls,

living in a row.

Finding myself in flames,

looking for the snow.



Will I ever find my way back home.

It felt so good to hold you.

Standing there beside you.

My tears all over you.



I want,

living in the biggest place of the world,

as a proud man.

Finding my soul back and forget all the pain,

up against the wall.

I'll see myself,

living in a great light,

looking for nothing.



The most

people are turning back on me,

wondering how.

They can see another guy in me,

screaming for help,

and looking back.

Burning myself in flames,

but where's the snow?



In this white time,

of coldness inside.

Seems to light me up,

but I turn back.

To warm myself up,

trying to heal.



© Tangarine