Well, it’ s five below and the sky won’ t speak,
The glass is cracked on the window seat.
I woke inside a borrowed coat,
The mirror swore I used to know.
There’ s no sound, just breathing walls,
The world outside feels way too small.
In the north, before dawn breaks,
The light is slow, the heart still aches.
We’ re up against it, frost and flame,
Still calling out your name.
We’ re up against it, frost and flame,
Still calling out your name.
I walk through smoke from factory fires,
Each step hums like telephone wires.
The night still clings to every face,
We learn to smile, but not erase.
In the north, before dawn breaks,
The light is slow, the heart still aches.
In the north, before dawn breaks,
The light is slow, the heart still aches.
We’ re up against it, frost and flame,
Still calling out your name.
We’ re up against it, frost and flame,
Still calling out your name.
The snow remembers every sound,
Footprints bloom, then sink back down.
If I return, it won’ t be far—
Just where the cold hearts are.
The sky exhales, the day begins,
A siren hums, the air grows thin.
And if you wake before I’ m gone,
Just know— I’ m still holding on.