The snow is coming down I can't seem to turn this car around All of this white is so loud I'll get better if I want to now Grasping for serotonin Why try your best when you can phone in? You have to climb out of this wreckage you've found home in I've got a passion for rocking the boat Put on your makeup and get real low The crowd demands yet another show I've lost sight of that spark of hope Construct a fire when it gets cold There is still summer under the snow Under all the snow We're beneath a dome Under all the snow Just embrace the cold I'm following the path of Footprints along the polar breeze We live in negative degrees I can't help but feel I've lost something The winter is holding off the spring