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 [2:14] 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)