My World, Slipping Away

The cold hangs on this winter's long, it makes me want to go home.
A postcard hangs on this rented wall, it reminds me of you. Slow it down, take a good look back and see where you're at. The simple fact everyon's telling me where I should be, I don't want that. I'm free again.
A letter sent and read at midnight makes me want to go home.
A candle burns up its last light, it reminds me of you.
I'm free again. I can feel my world slipping away.
Now I'll try to put it back together. How can I stop this feeling in my belly?
When it's gone I'll be so much stronger, and I've found out she's all I need... (my world's slipping away).