(Lutzow/Skeen) With all new years passing gone Is time left to decide? Youthful choice is ageing to responsibility's patience tried You stall your retreat To the fortress of sleep Clinging to words shaprened through the years of vicarious dismay Can you feel the cold? Can you feel the cold? If today is the last voice heard Let my offerings be of honesty confide Infidelity 's denied adn miscontruied pride Can you feel the cold? Can you feel the cold? Seasons change and thoughts deragned but doubts will never go Winter calls, ambitions fall and waiting is all you know Nothing matters when dreams scatter trying to stand tall We all bow down to the falling snow