Icebox - Rogue Valley

There’s no daylight, there’s no warmth

This old engine won’t turn over

I feel lucky

I can see my breath

Means that I’m still kicking in this icebox

On the northern edge

The vertigo is forming stars

The slowing down of a tired comet

I feel defeated, I can feel my hands

Turning into twisted jagged icicles

Hanging from the ledge

It’s just me and some distant howl

Reaching for the big old moon

Everything that I knew

Changes so soon

The fields were gold now they’re frozen dirt

The birds have all flown south

The better it feels the more it will hurt

Her name burns in my mouth

I feel grateful there’s something else besides

Mother Nature strains you, plains you

But she provides

There’s no night-time, there’s no sun

It’s all one continuous motion