Cold Air

Waiting for the last leaf to fall

Can I hear a cry for a dead man to crawl

Asleep like stones in the well

Empty as you leave your dry seashell

Never seen you came this far

Never thought I'd hope this hard

(Like Air)

Always looking down upon yourself

(Like Air)

You live 2ft above yourself

(Somewhere)

We will always be in parallel

(Out there)

It's a place without a hope in hell

(Like Air)

Haven't made a sound all week

Tryin to gather up some promises to keep

I watched as the icicles fell

Pinned to the bottom or drowning, its hard to tell

You may be human after all

Must you build yourself so tall

Trying to wash your trace off my skin

Cover up the footprints I've been making

Easier to cut you cold

You can keep your waste of space, I'm half way home.