Times are cold
These days when you look at man
And see him on his knees in debt to ghosts

I look at myself
And plunge
I've never felt chills
Like these
Yet i am
Drenched in absence
Linger in season
And never kneel
These are the ways that i am brave

Times are cold
These waters are mine
Yet i am
Drenched in absence
Linger in season
And never kneel

It's true i use my chest
To purge the ice
My hands remain unclasped

I grip the surface