On the coldest day of the year
Sun still yet to appear
I wake and find myself here
Daybreak for my sake is not full of cheer

I've been sleeping for miles
I'm keeping my smile
But it might take a while

On the darkest night of the week
Heaters here are antique
I don't want to sound oblique
The things I saw ought not be the things that you seek

I'm dreaming for days
Beam in through the face
Look at my face
Look at the way angle heads slight
The human race

Maybe you could just turn off the light
'Cause I'm filled with the sight
I'm filled with the sight (light)