Front yard is grey washed with snow Nowhere for the green to grow You've claimed this place as your own Hate it but you never let it go Your heavy head is sinking and you're grasping for the wall Knocking over swinging and collapsing for the fall When you align your limbs Wounds just tighten, thinning your skin When are you gonna give in? Pale and frightened, grim as your sins Trudging you're filled up with dread Dragging the load as you tread Your reasons to go planning ahead End up wasted time instead You're heavy head is sinking and you're grasping for the wall Knocking over swinging and collapsing for the fall When you Align your limbs Wounds just tighten, thinning your skin When are you gonna give in? Pale and frightened, grim as your sins