I'm the huddled masses
She begs of the waters -
massive, demanding green copper,
jealous 'cause we stretch
further than she sees

Girl, you're the air to my helm:
I need you there; without you
I'm done for in the dark,
And I'm no mole (I'm not blind)

I pay the fare - sick I swear -
Ante up, aching for more;
I show up, I'm a wild card,
Full house when I might have failed

But I'm still alive and we're still here;
Winter, meet me in hell,
I may have lost all feeling,
But you've lost yourself

'Cause she's got me running on love,
On white patches, ice wind
In place of plastic bowls

But I'm still alive and we're still here;
Winter, meet me in hell,
I may have lost all feeling,
But you've lost yourself