The wind is cold where I live, the blizzard is my home   Snow and ice and loaded dice, the Wizard lives alone   The wind is cold where I live, [unverified] and cold and clean      White and cold and bought and sold and heartbreak in between   And so we shall see what is done and done and done   Trees are stone where I live, leaves of razor steel      High and low and ice and snow, broken on the wheel   Trees are stone where I live, flowers made of glass   Cold and white and wrong and right and voices from the past   And all our yesterdays are now undone, out of the sun      Frozen and insane, I alone remain held in the vice of my disdain   There is now way that anyone will ever, make me warm again      Life is death where I live, frozen grin my smile   Sun is moon and out of tune, broken strings and bile   Death is life where I live, hearts turned into stone   Frozen breath, and froze death and prisons made of bone   And so we shall see what becomes become, out of the sun