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.