I can't, I can't understand
how the winter can stay this long and so cold
it gets worse it only gets worse
and the weaker I get the deeper it bites

everything is on ice it's so cold outside
everything is on ice it's so cold outside

thinking it's beginning to sink in
I guess you can turn into whatever you like
then what have I become?
a monster scary only to itself?

everything is on ice it's so cold outside
everything is on ice it's so cold outside

tonight I'll try to go outside
I'll close my eyes and hope I got it all right

and everything, everything will change
and someday I'll trick myself, forget all this, rewrite the whole thing and the ice will melt and the winter will end and then I'll be ok and then it will, then it will be spring again for a while

Schön wie die Traurigkeit beschrieben wird, schön auch wie die Hoffnung beginnt und sich zur Zuversicht steigert. Schön wie mit dem allerletzten Wort ("while") die Endlichkeit dieser Hoffnung genannt wird, ohne wieder in die Resignation zu verfallen.