Tim Atlas - Frozen

Oh, field of ghosts, I should close
All of my doors cause they're open open
Pump, pumping out through the light

But my heart strings they are frozen

If it is too cold outside
You're always spoiled in shining light
If you bundle up your ice bound soul, you're fine
You always are, you always are

Oh, build a fire, light it up
With all the woods of my existence of my existence
Burn, burn your skin, wear it thin
Til all of your pride burns in incense, burns in incense
Oh, field of ghosts, I should close
All of my doors cause they're open open
Pump, pumping out through the light

But my heart strings they are frozen

If it is too cold outside
You're always spoiled in shining light
If you bundle up your ice bound soul, you're fine
You always are, you always are

Oh, build a fire, light it up
With all the woods of my existence of my existence
Burn, burn your skin, wear it thin
Til all of your pride burns in incense, burns in incense

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