Tom: D A A7 Skin, caked with the sap of pine, A A7 can't catch against my roaring mind. A A7 The coat slips off my etched spine. A A7 It's a weight no longer carried [Chorus] A D and I'm freezing. A D So freezing. A D So freezing. A D So freezing. [Verse] A A7 A message to my brother sky, A A7 I long to hold your hand tonight A A7 but when up against this summit's height A A7 I'm tense, I'm small, I'm speechless [Chorus] A D and I'm freezing. A D So freezing. A D So freezing. A D So freezing.