I’ve been feeling old.

Came in surrounded, gonna die alone.

When did winter come?

This world is so damn cold.

The sun’s been getting bold.

It left, took my heart, like a bar of gold.

With your summer gone,

who’s gonna save my soul?

All your doors are closed,

shut out the fire, keeping in the snow.

Rage until your hell

shatters my windows.

You’ve been looking old.

Strung me along, didn’t come up alone.

Now, with you gone

who’s gonna save my soul?