When the wrath of winter wins againAfter all the leaves have leftAnd all the voices that once filled the airAre just a painful echo in my chestI'll sit and wonder where it went so wrongAnd how I let it get this farThough the answer's right in front of meIt's always close, but no cigarSnow keeps falling down on MichiganThe earth is still beneath its icy veilIf I could hold on 'til the break of dayI'd live to tell the taleThere's a bottle on the table's edgeA broken wine glass on the floorCrystal depictions on a window paneJack Frost painted on my doorThe frozen draft that seeps in through the wallComes crawling grimly up my chairIt wraps around me with its cold embraceReminds me of the absence hereSnow keeps falling down on MichiganThe earth is still beneath its icy veilIf I could hold on 'til the break of dayI'd live to tell the taleCast out and lost among the wildernessAll I fear is seething down insideI turn my cheek to find the ever-fading lightDying like a cinder in the nightSnow keeps falling down on MichiganThe earth is still beneath its icy veilIf I could hold on 'til the break of dayI'd live to tell the tale
