The forgotten milk and honey
It’s covered in snow and the sky’s hardly sunny
Chicago’s freezing over too soon
And where we haven’t taped off is tipping the scales off
The numbers in LED, that breathe on a desktop

My skin will seek a down feather tapestry
Sown on the inside of a thirty-five pound coat
Whose eyes and ears for Christmas cheer will give it every right to gloat
To a body that’s bored but warm during every single ice storm
I’m prepared to stare right through the frosted panes

My skin ain’t seen
Ain’t seen nothing yet
Baby, it just ain’t seen nothing yet

My skin will seek
My skin will seek a down feather tapestry
A down feather tapestry
A down feather tapestry
Sown on the inside of a thirty-five pound coat
Sown on the inside of a thirty-five pound coat