There are things outstanding Weighing on me hard Places right beside me That seem to be too far There are voices I remember And words in me resound Music washes over me I can't hear a sound The tables set, the beds are made It seems I let them slowly fade Here I am at winter's birth Called to from beneath the Earth These frozen songs beneath the street Biting shoes trip at my feet Once my face scrapes on the dirt No one asks if I am hurt No one asks if I am hurt There are things outstanding Weighing on my heart Places right inside me That seem to be too far There are ghosts that I remember And they brush against my skin They keep moving closer to me Trying to get in The tables set, the beds are made It seems I let them slowly fade Here I am at winter's birth Called to from beneath the Earth These frozen songs beneath the street Biting shoes trip at my feet Once my face scrapes on the dirt No one asks if I am hurt No one asks if I am hurt There are things outstanding I must put away There's a life behind me Begging me to stay All the choices I have made Take a toll that I have paid I have paid The tables set, the beds are made Seems I let them slowly fade Here I am at winter's birth Called to from beneath the Earth These frozen songs beneath the street Biting shoes trip at my feet Once my face scrapes the dirt No one asks if I am hurt No one asks if I am hurt I am hurt I am hurt