Frozen — Skid Row

As I stare into the fire All my thoughts go up in flames Here I stare into the fire I'll be waiting on the rain

The box I keep myself in, closes out my air So I build a fire, so I can sit and stare

Can it be I'm frozen Can it be I'm frozen Can it be I'm frozen Can it be I'm frozen

As I stare into the weather My eyes drying from the cold As I stare into the weather I sense my thoughts growing old

I listen to the prophets predict the stem of tides I stare into the weather that's keeping me inside

As I stare into the fire Will the prophets change my mind While I stare into the fire All the colors treat me kind

I'll dust away the fallings the winter leaves for me I'll stare into the fire and set tomorrow free