I shouldn't react, yet I do!
I should feel no pain, yet I do...

What's this? what's this?
There's shiny things all around...

I'll take every single one of them,
All my bruises, scars and scrapes...

I have died so many times inside,
And yet I still keep on breathing...

Tell me that you hear me
We need to know you're there...

I doubt that you will think of them
But I assure you they are there...

You cannot fly with but one wing
Without your voice you cannot sing...

Bbbrrr
Coming is winter...

I never realised I was desolate
Never thought I felt alone...

I was born of a Scottish mum,
And a father who was Irish...

Does anyone know my brain?
Do you know just what I feel...

Words used to be his friend
With them he could do anything...