Frozen - Sebastian Bach

As I stare into the fire

All my thoughts go up in flames

Here I stare into the fire

I’ll be waiting on the rain

The box I keep myself in, closes out my air

So I build a fire, so I can sit and stare

Can it be I’m frozen

Can it be I’m frozen

Can it be I’m frozen

Can it be I’m frozen

As I stare into the weather

My eyes drying from the cold

As I stare into the weather

I sense my thoughts growing old

I listen to the prophets predict the stem of tides

I stare into the weather that’s keeping me inside

Can it be I’m frozen

Can it be I’m frozen

Can it be I’m frozen

Can it be I’m frozen

As I stare into the fire

Will the prophets change my mind

While I stare into the fire

All the colors treat me kind

I’ll dust away the fallings the winter leaves for me

I’ll stare into the fire and set tomorrow free

Can it be I’m frozen

Can it be I’m frozen

Can it be I’m frozen

Can it be I’m frozen