I walk blindly in a field of snow Wondering aimlessly into pits of ice So cold you wouldn't want to know That this is only apart of my Earth and it's shaded white 43 signs on the road ahead Nobody driving today, not at this time A few more steps and I'll be bleeding lead From my veins comes the broken blood line It's nice to finally see my breath It's heated for a split second And at the end of a minute it reaches death The night falls in an hour Wordless memories Memories are wordless I am wordless I am the past of my memories As I drift back and forth The ghost in me looks for a place to die Down on the docks is my ride home But I think I'll stay right by my side