John Van Deusen - Hypothermic Hermit Lyrics

Down in the sewers lies a bed of flowersWhen I get older I'll hold my head up highWhen it gets colder I will chase the lightAnd warm myself insideTime and time and time againI've struggled to amendI cut myself on you and the bitterness it grewTime and time and time againI've struggled to amendI cut myself on you and the bitterness it grewI'm gripping for the faintest highsI grind my teeth on sour rindsI don't want to be here when you goI just want to watch the falling snowI don't want to be here when you goI just want to watch the falling snowI just want to watch the falling snow