When the wrath of winter wins again

After all the leaves have left

And all the voices that once filled the air

Are just a painful echo in my chest

I'll sit and wonder where it went so wrong

And how I let it get this far

Though the answer's right in front of me

It's always close but no cigar

Snow keeps falling down on Michigan

The earth is still beneath its icy veil

If I could hold on 'til the break of day

I'd live to tell the tale

There's a bottle on the table's edge

A broken wine glass on the floor

Crystal depictions on a window pane

Jack Frost painted on my door

The frozen draft that seeps in through the wall

Comes crawling grimly up my chair

It wraps around me with its cold embrace

Reminds me of the absence here

Snow keeps falling down on Michigan

The earth is still beneath its icy veil

If I could hold on 'til the break of day

I'd live to tell the tale

Cast out and lost among the wilderness

All I fear is seething down inside

I turn my cheek to find the ever-fading light

Dying like a cinder in the night

Snow keeps falling down on Michigan

The earth is still beneath its icy veil

If I could hold on 'til the break of day

I'd live to tell the tale