It's cold outside and we all ache
Like the swollen clouds before the rain
In the streams of the night
I can hear her crying
I can hear her calling out
Calling out to me
In the streams of the night
I can't get close enough to her

Falling through the cracks
To the center of our existence
All we need is a helping hand
To save us from the falling sands

Falling through the cracks
To the center of our existence
All we need is a helping hand
To save us from the falling sands

Time is not graceful to our understanding of ourselves
It picks
It pulls
It melts us down
To a shadow of our former selves
The trainyard turnstyles twists the tracks
Back and forth and over again
Until we come out to ourselves
Nothing like we wanted to be

Falling through the cracks
To the center of our existence
All we need is a helping hand
To save us from the falling sands

Falling through the cracks
To the center of our existence
All we need is a helping hand
To save us from the falling sands

It's cold outside and we all ache
Like the swollen clouds before the rain
In the streams of the night
I can hear her crying
I can hear her calling out
Calling out to me
In the streams of the night
I can't get close enough to her