Out again In the cold I bear with it my friend where the snow becomes the wind broken in my skin begins to crackle my breath is smoke in this world we will find our way back home we will find out way back home memories but none of tragedy that fill my heart until I burst and up ahead snow capped trees precede the gates that I have searched so long to find we will find our way back home we will find our way back home we will find our way back home we will find our way back home