Testo Freezing Alive

Next time I bare the cold
I better bring along better clothes
I feel my breathing slow, now I know
Fingers are icicles to the bone

I guess I'm freezing alive
Beauty in how fragile the design
The glaring sun will show With only puddles to remind

Last time I bare my soul
The crushing weight befalls me alone
I feel a fleeting hold, now I know
Lingering ghost enclosed in the cold

I guess I'm freezing alive
Beauty in how fragile the design
The glaring sun will show
With only puddles to remind

I see your face
Through the liquid mirror
She's got blood on her face Such a pretty picture
I took the stairs up to a castle in the sky
Watched an angel fall from the sky
Fall from the sky

I guess I'm freezing alive
Beauty in how fragile the design
The glaring sun will show
With only puddles to remind