mmmmm [sang as a duet] The wind, a surgeon’s scalpel, cutting. my eyes into seams, the light, a thousand needles, stitched together a fever dream. ohhhh [Chorus] I am a lantern in the stormy distance, its flame too bright to hold, and the storm, it's the experience— of my soul, being bought and sold. mmmm [Verse] [sang as duet] I stop for a second by my lift, hands in my sleeves, trying to breathe, the mailbox bent sideways in the drift, but in this storm, I can't see it with ease. ohh [Bridge] So, I stand by the window, counting cars, salt crust on the sill, white and still, my phone face-down on the table like it’s had enough of this chill. If I reach out, it goes cold again, so, I let the kettle tick and wait. intro spection [Chorus] I am a lantern in the stormy distance, its flame too bright to hold, and the storm, it's not just violence— It's the world growing oh so cold so cold mmmmm
