I'm letting go of old claws,
I'm letting go of fingers and toes
I'm letting go of bad thoughts,
The heated chair, cold nose
And the frozen hint of a lonely winter
Will you let it linger on?
Pink spots on a grey field
Makings of a broken arm
The wounds that won't heal,
Pressure of a false alarm
And the frozen hint of a lonely winter,
Will you let it linger on?
I'm letting go of windows,
I'm letting go of fingers and toes
