Sipping coffee in the morning
Staring out the kitchen window
As the pale face of winter is staring back at me
In a silent conversation
Thoughts are speaking to each other
And I somehow start to wonder
If spring is ever breaking through

Take me away
Lock me in the attic
I've been doubting too much lately
I don't want to start a panic

Is there anybody in here'
All that's left is apathy
And my empty house is aching anxiously
For spring

Shovel out onto the driveway
Start the car and push the pedal
As the pressure of this weather is pushing on
My head
My eyes are tired and feel like crying
But it's not loud enough to drown out tears
Rolling down my face

Need to escape
I've been doubting too much lately
Maybe I'll stray or maybe I'll find me

Is there anybody in here'
All that's left is apathy
And my empty house is aching anxiously
For spring
Come on summer; paint the pale skies
Shades of blue, shades of you
'Cause my empty house is aching anxiously
For spring