That cold ain’t the weather

Lyrics

Well, look at me On the balcony Thirteen stories isn't high if you know how to dream But I don't Well, look at you In your bright red shoes Your overconfidence is pushing you right up to the moon To the moon Well, leave me here With the forest ghosts They'll take my soul, but they're probably nice hosts You're in the sky But you're not a star You know we all know shooting comets only goes so far So far Well, look at you On the world's edge You're putting everything you see Inside of your boasting head It's cold down here But don't mind me With everything you've done so far This wasn't hard to foresee Does it feel good To follow fiction facts I'm sure it does That's why you're trying to get back You're not completely dead But you sure are close And it would horrify the town If you turned into a ghost But then you try And you try some more Until you cross the line And then you've passed the point of return Return And now you can't You've gone too far The coldest thing about this place is your heart