Beschreibung

[Hook - 2x]
These days are dark and the nights are cold
People actin like they lost their soul
And everywhere I go, I see another person like me
Tryin to make it all feel like home

[Verse One - Fort Minor]
Standin on the bridge in the dark
and I'm seein my breath
Tryin to make it home without freezin to death
and my grandfather's face is stuck in my mind
and how seein him tonight's gonna be the last time
I shoulda brought a jacket
blowin in my hands like it's really gonna stop the chill
I buy a cup of coffee with a five-dollar bill
Thinkin layin in that box people look so still
At times like these you start thinking
Your first breath in and the clock starts tickin
I'm not tryin to bum anyone out
Not trying to be dramatic just thinkin out loud
I'm just trying to make some sense in my mind
Some defense from the cold that I'm feelin outside
And for a minute escape with some rhythm and rhyme
And get away from the grey just a bit at a time

[Verse Two - Styles