Verse 


A                    A7 
Skin, caked with the sap of pine,  
       A               A7 
can't catch against my roaring mind.  
     A                 A7 
The coat slips off my etched spine.  
        A                A7 
It's a weight no longer carried  


[Refrão]

         A   D 
and I'm freezing.  
    A   D 
So freezing. 
    A   D 
So freezing. 
    A   D 
So freezing. 

Verse 

   A            A7 
A message to my brother sky,  
   A                A7 
I long to hold your hand tonight  
         A                A7 
but when up against this summit's height  
     A                     A7 
I'm tense, I'm small, I'm speechless  


[Refrão]

         A   D 
and I'm freezing.  
    A   D 
So freezing. 
    A   D 
So freezing. 
    A   D 
So freezing.