You act like the winter will never come, like you can survive But this is an empty canvas and we should call in sick for a day And pick up a paint brush, and pick up ambition Because art is lost without ambition, Carried away in frozen visions If you come to us like we know you Then we're all the same and empty too We'll find our own way out of here And never look back with regret With just ourselves to answer, there is no question Carried away in frozen visions We'll find our own way out We'll find our own way out of here