Local Cold Video (MV)

The minds below have hardened
They're only ice and snow
The outposts are friends that forget
The tundra, an empty home

The towns I left still drifting
The schools, the general store
The shipwrecks like memories sinking
The landscapes, the local cold

I'm leaving no smoking hands
The operation turned cold

The airport opens in low light
I awaken the last of the team
A rifle, a break, a headache
The old slow drag of my aim

The lightness carries the trackers
The weight of the local cold
The sickness in an ice storm
The hope like the past is thrown

I'm leaving no open wounds
The operation turned cold

I don't feel the same anymore

I'm leaving no living room
The operation turned cold
I'm leaving no written words
The operation turned cold