Please go back to where you came fromnI lived just fine when you were deadnAnd though you're back and clawing AT MY CHESTnIt won't take more than this gun to clear my headnnThe winter it has comenSnow melts upon my skinnThe frost comes, will itnIce burns upon my lipsnnAnd I remember it andnWhat it wasnWhat it could have beennAnd all it meant to usnAnd I remember just what you saidnAnd I still shake at night from all that those words didnnPlease go back to where you came fromnI lived just fine when you were deadnAnd though you're back and clawing AT MY CHESTnIt won't take more than this gun to clear my headnnJust footprints in the snownThat never lead back homenTo far to walk alonenAnd it's grown far too coldnInside my chest has frozenOnce blood but now frost growsnThrough veins of ice it flowsnIt is lost if no one knowsnnIt's burning coldnIt's burning coldnIt's burning coldnIt's burning coldnIt's burning coldnIt's burning cold