| Gloves hold you in | |
| Accessorise | |
| Corners of sin | |
| And potential crimes | |
| The colds scolds your chin | |
| Draws some salt from an eye | |
| But even the wind | |
| Can't get much of a rise | |
| How long will it take you | |
| To want to go home? | |
| How long will it take you | |
| To learn there is none? | |
| You were a sister, a daughter | |
| Just what was your role | |
| In that family now scored | |
| With stitches and holes? | |
| Stitches and holes | |
| Stitches and holes | |
| You got somewhere to be | |
| So you can't get lost | |
| And you're filled with a substance | |
| That melts any frost | |
| I want to take you to dinner | |
| But you'de rather hang out at rest stops | |
| Engaging in discourse | |
| Better scratched into desktops | |
| Then your phone rings | |
| It's just me | |
| How long will it take you | |
| To trust me? To trust me | |
| I'm coming down to get you | |
| Even though you don't answer | |
| Because the snow was okay | |
| But the rain is coming faster | |
| Rain is coming faster | |
| Rain is coming faster | |
| Water sinks in | |
| Faster, then thickens | |
| My pockets, my pockets are drinking | |
| Your fingers, my fingers are sinking | |
| Sinking | |
| Water sinks in | |
| Faster, then thickens | |
| My pockets, my pockets are drinking | |
| Your fingers, my fingers are sinking | |
| Water sinks in | |
| Faster, then thickens | |
| My pockets, my pockets are drinking | |
| Your fingers, my fingers are sinking | |
| Sinking |