Some have to see to believe it   Others are blind and can feel it   The flame burns as thick as the wick   It's getting colder in here, It's colder in...      Here comes the part where we start our lives   Don't fall behind      What a sight for the sore eyes?   It's getting colder in here it's sobering   To see them shuffle to the back of the line   When the ending is near and the marks that we make are so clear      Quivering thoughts now surround you   Engulfed by the times that we undo.   The ties that hold shadows at bay   Are unbound and undone   All but the one      Here comes the part where we start our lives   Don't fall behind      What a sight for the sore eyes?   It's getting colder in here it's sobering   To see them shuffle to the back of the line   When the ending is near and the marks that we make are so clear      Good-bye, nothing makes us want to try   You're too close to look behind   Just one touch, we could change so much   On the edge I stand preparing to go... but   I feel I've already been here      What a sight for the sore eyes?   It's getting colder in here it's sobering   To see them shuffle to the back of the line   When the ending is near and the marks that we make are so clear   I feel I've already been here.