When the freezeframe shutters come crashing down,
And the stars all shine in the frozen ground,
And the ice shot through me just drips away,
And the drips disappear through the cracks in the clay
Now I'm lost without hope in the forest of dreams,
And my whole bag of tricks just came apart at the seams,
And I think that I can make it but I don't know why,
And I shake my fist at the mote in my eye.