Frostbite Rhythms

(brrr) Frost on the window pane,

cold in the room

Tracking the shadows that move in the gloom (hah) Running the numbers,

we don't need a map

Caught in the grid of this icy trap

Ice on the glass,

wind on the face

We run the track at a freezing pace

(brrr) Frozen fingers, gold in the hand

Building our walls in a winter land

White-out conditions, we navigate blind

Leaving the doubts and the static behind (shhh)

No heat in the engine,

but we got the spark

Cutting through ice like a knife in the dark

Ice on the glass,

wind on the face

We run the track at a freezing pace (brrr) Frozen fingers,

gold in the hand

Building our walls in a winter land (chilling)