the cold wind in the darkness of this weather
makes me wonder why i am still alive
while my heart is dressed in leather
i think i need a chance with light

empty soul and empty pockets
raindrops falling from my eyes
at home, a worn out dry fosset
in my hand, a set of cries

and i sit here and wonder
why i sit here alone
and i think that i remember
that i'm here on my own.