Now and again it seems worse than it is, 
But mostly the view is accurate. 
You see your breath in the air as you'll climb up the stairs 
To that coffin you call your apartment. 
And you sink in your chair, brush the snow from your hair 
And drink the cold away. 
And you're not really sure what you're doing this for 
But you need something to fill up the days. 
A few more hours. 

There's a dream in my brain that just won't go away. 
It's been stuck there since it came a few nights ago 
And I'm standing on a bridge in the town where I lived 
As a kid with my mom and my brothers.
And then the bridge disappears and I'm standing on air 
With nothing holding me. 
And I hang like a star, fucking glow in the dark, 
For all those starving eyes to see, 
Like the ones we've wished on.

But now I'm confused. Is this death really you? 
And do these dreams have any meaning? 
No. No, I think it's more like a ghost that's been following us both. 

Something vague that we're not seeing, 
Something more like a feeling.