From the Cold

Cold, my breathing like a fog
Summer's over, no more birds to sing their song
Steps, my dirty tracks left in the snow
Bruised and battered, I've gone as far as I can go
I can see you and your candle, a light beyond the trees
Hear your voice now from a distance calling out to me

Come on in from the cold, come on in from the outside
Come on in from the cold, come on in from the outside

Wind, don't see her but she's there
Dead leaves are moving, her calling cards across the air
I can see you in the window, a shadow through the trees
Hear your voice now from a distance calling out to me, honey

Come on in from the cold, come on in from the outside
Come on in from the cold, almost losing the daylight

I've been lost and I've been broken
I've been buried in the snow
But I hear your voice and I keep walking
I keep walking, don't know why I walk to you
When I've got no where left to go

Come on in from the cold, come on in from the outside
Come on in from the cold, come on in from the outside