Letting the cold slowly come out
Letting the warmth slowly but surely circulate back
To the fingers then to the toes
Frostbite or the numbness, take your pick
Panic or uproar will do the trick
We will make it stick, will we not
Watching us grow up and watching everyone around us change
Its strange but true scary but soon???‚¬?¦ to come and it will be done
Frostbite or the numbness, take your pick
Panic or uproar will do the trick
We will make it stick, will we not
Still I say to myself don’t worry about it when it happens it happens
But I can’t forget something that’s already been my entrapment