It was 30 degrees in a broken home lights dimmed low looking out the window I couldn't feel my fingers and I couldn't feel my toes and the voice inside my head was screaming (I shouldn't be alone) The wind singing in the streets a solemn tune for me and you but on the other side its nicer with the fires burning through I never recovered from the sound the bells ring so I slipped out the door to take a walk and I sing Ooh woah oh oh Woah oh oh oh I took off my cap as I walked through the door hung up my coat and took a seat on the floor The old man looked me in the eyes and then I knew that anything was possible and that his words were true "Son you've got a roof over your head and heres some food I got no trouble with you staying here as long as you will tend to my son while I'm out in the shed take a left at the stairs and you will find your bed." I woke up next morning to the sound of a drum beating steady in my head keeping tempo with my thumb I sat up on the edge and then I walked into the room where the old man stood holding a shovel and broom we were walking out back I knew what I had to do and there was no turning back this job he couldn't do so I tightened my grip and I dug up a hole there I buried the pieces what was left of my soul Ooh woah oh oh Woah oh oh oh It was 30 degrees in a broken home lights dimmed low looking out the window I couldn't feel my fingers and I couldn't feel my toes and the voice inside my head was screaming