In from the Cold I’ve been feeling like a stranger on the city streets at night, peering into windows at the mystery of light a fire burns in your thoughts yet untold: why won’t you bring me in from the cold? I’ve been crying like a baby in the fading sunlight’s chill, thinking of the ashes and your cold iron will a fire burns in your fortress of gold when will you bring me in from the cold? I’ve been thinking like a prophet standing in the dark searching for an omen or a single, sudden spark if the secrets of the world did suddenly unfold, then would you bring me in from the cold? Thanks to Jay for the vocal.