I'm letting go of old claws
I'm letting go of fingers and toes

I'm letting go of bad thoughts
Heated chair, cold nose
And frozen hint of a lonely winter

Will he 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

Frozen hint of
A lonely winter
Will he let it linger on?

I'm letting go of windows
I'm letting go of fingers and toes (x5)