I’ve been outside for ten long minutes I’m freezing cold I am not used to all of this snow ‘Cause when I see the snow It freezes me in place I cannot move my hands or fingers And I cannot feel my face Oh, but you, you are to blame I will stand here until you’re awake And when you wipe that sand from your eyes I will still be outside Waiting patiently Unless I have died I’ll fall backwards and be buried By those flakes that fall from the sky Oh, but I will resurrect A man with three coal buttons on his vest And those eyes as black as death Oh, just to whisper in your ear, “It’s for the best, it’s for the best It’s for the best...”