I press your hand in mine however cautiously   I keep a smile right to myself   And I lapse into the grasp of an overriding obsession   And I get sick as I watch my interests fall into suspension      This winter, so cold, creeping around your arm   Stealth soldiers, creeping around your palm   And it's harder, hard to understand   Little victories won creeping around your hand      The sickness has taken hold through violent, blurted syllables   Escape my mouth under my breath   The voice of pricking dread is whispering insistent in my ears   My paranoia has galvanized by your gaze, so austere      This winter, so cold, creeping around your arm   Stealth soldiers, creeping around your palm   I know it's harder, hard to understand   Little victories won creeping around your hand      I pinned your crest to my chest   Hoping it might start to look right      There was hushed talk of young boy's corpse   Lying face down in the river, his hands used to move like mine   I can't stand myself this morning, I am practically that boy   No strength to endure, ghostly insecure, pallid through lack of choice      This winter, so cold, creeping around your arm   Stealth soldiers, creeping around your palm   I know it's harder, hard to understand   Little victories won creeping around your hand   Creeping around your hands