icy cold
lyrics & music by peter c marinari 1.28.0
the view from here is stained and cold and/
this tiny madness is unfolding/
and these emotions hidden under like/
sidewalks streaming with melted snow//
and this is my winter/
this is my icy cold/
my tears aren't bitter/
my tears aren't bitter anymore/ // /
mother told me to fly south and/
father molds me without a word from his mouth/
i am carried away like discarded contents of/
coat pockets flown up by the wicked wind//
and this is my winter/
this is my icy wind/
my tears aren't bitter/
my tears aren't bitter again/ // /
i'm growing nervous i'm getting tired/ my will to go on is expired/
i cannot break down these walls around me/ i cannot find the sound//
and this is my winter/
this is my bitter wind/
these aren't the same tears/
this is not the same sin/
and this is my winter/
this is my bitter wind/
these aren't the same tears/
taste the salt within/ // //
i can feel something/ coming in/
i can smell it in the air/ it's on the wind/
and other things on their way/
lurking within.