Frozen de Skid Row

As i stare into the fire
all my thoughts go up in flames
here i stare into the fire
i'll be waiting on the rain
The box i keep myself in, closes out my air
so i build a fire, so i can sit and stare

can it be i'm frozen
can it be i'm frozen
can it be i'm frozen
can it be i'm frozen
As i stare into the weather
my eyes drying from the cold
as i stare into the weather
i sense my thoughts growing old

I listen to the prophets predict the stem of tides
i stare into the weather that's keeping me inside

As i stare into the fire
will the prophets change my mind
while i stare into the fire
all the colors treat me kind
I'll dust away the fallings the winter leaves for me
i'll stare into the fire and set tomorrow free