Get up, it's time to go, the golden door is open
there is a place on the other side to hide
i see myself there walking down the path
i see myself there staring at the sun
i'm walking out that door
there's no way i'm staying here
i never thought i'd go
but i'm gone and you'll never see me again
i want to go back
but sometimes the weather
is too cold to stay and i can leave now
it's too cold outside my lips are starting to freeze
it's too cold outside my eyes are starting to bleed