Frost

In the morning when she wakes up She stares down a doorway to my soul Spillin' sorrow from her eyes like smoke from a fire burning coal I always turn away; it's a pain too religious to behold I've spent my life, boys, I've spent my life in the cold Our passion for each other overtook the passion for our chosen lives And when that passion died we had nothing but resentment left inside Memories of youth are too faded now and fleeting to behold I've spent my life, boys, I've spent my life in the cold Now we depend on each other for the little things And the things we don't name We depend on each other for recrimination, arrogance, and blame Guilty of her life, she suspects she's been stolen or sold I've spent my life, boys, I've spent my life in the cold Music was a bridge and a shelter from the ever-present storm And our music was an island Where we huddled close together and were warm But now the music in her ears Plays the song of giving up and growing old I've spent my life, boys, I've spent my life in the cold I've spent my life, boys, I've spent my life in the cold I've spent my life, boys, I've spent my life in the cold