He Knows When You're Cold; He Is Cold.

Old man leave your room
It's been five years

I gave you free will
but please, leave your room

I've grown sad as you have grown
my hair gray, the same as yours
my mind wanders, the same as yours
my hands shake, the same as yours

Old man go out
your world is all but dead

I hold you on my shoulders
I'm not about to drop you

I've grown tired as you have grown
my face sunken, the same as yours
my tongue under worked, the same as yours
the snow cold on my skin, the same as yours

I am he
I gave you free will

But I ask you
Save us both from your home in the snow