I Heard It's Cold Outside
Winter's raw voice
yelled against the pane
of my window, today
and I sat here to think
of a way to yell back.
The sun, it was hidden
and the snow was to blame
the clouds hung grey that bitter day
Piercing through the forest wall
I heard lies drifting frigid
through the trees, here to me
I heard the promise of warmth traveling
and the music that I heard
fell like snow in my midst
and it spoke in an artic melody
and the music that I heard
told me an icy truth...
I heard it's cold outside.
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