Verse
A A7
Skin, caked with the sap of pine,
A A7
can't catch against my roaring mind.
A A7
The coat slips off my etched spine.
A A7
It's a weight no longer carried
A D
and I'm freezing.
A D
So freezing.
A D
So freezing.
A D
So freezing.
Verse
A A7
A message to my brother sky,
A A7
I long to hold your hand tonight
A A7
but when up against this summit's height
A A7
I'm tense, I'm small, I'm speechless
A D
and I'm freezing.
A D
So freezing.
A D
So freezing.
A D
So freezing.