took an awkward step, fighting weeks of sleeplessness,
the floor was turning like a carousel,
i fell beside the bed

loneliness begets
human thoughts and trends
but if we're predator and prey,
i'd love to die today

checked my pocket for my paper fate, found it safe
limped down stairways in the dark,
searched my pockets once again,
as i was walking out

i made my way through someone's tracks,
flooded in the morning light,
snow was piled up too high . . . so was i

bussed down to the station, cold air picking up
took the seat that'd take me there,
waited for the fade to black

the alarm went off,
a bullhorn in the cool, clean air,
as i climbed down and killed the past,
i saw you there

the snow was piled up so high . . .
the snow was piled up so high . . .
the snow was piled up so high . . .
and so was i