Cold comes first, taps the glass Silence snaps, soft then sharp Even calm leaves a mark Sun looks tired, wearing thin night digs in slow and near Finds my bones Finds my fear Step too close, lungs go tight Air feels sharp, clear as light Luck slips by, way too fast I don’t chase, let it pass What I was walks back slow Bottles clink, small and clear Marks the day, marks the year Nothing breaks, nothing thaws It’s in my bones It’s in my bones I can’t forget the past it always tells me where to go What I was walks back slow