Faith in the most distant notion   After coming in from the cold   To speak of these things since November   Gazing across steam filled air just to see it sometime   Buy back that which you sold me   Sense my less eloquent breath   This wall which follows my footsteps   sees this force which binds my every strength.      Made of Brick.      After coming in from the cold   My feet are still wet like a year ago      Deeper snow leaves deeper footprints.      This life may linger and this same moment,   same questions -- they linger on