Icebox
Chris Koza
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