I'm letting go of old claws,
I'm letting go of fingers and toes
I'm letting go of bad thoughts,
The heated chair, cold nose
And the frozen hint of a lonely winter
Will you let it linger on?

Pink spots on a grey field

Makings of a broken arm
The wounds that won't heal,
Pressure of a false alarm
And the frozen hint of a lonely winter,
Will you let it linger on?

I'm letting go of windows,
I'm letting go of fingers and toes