I'm out of me
I'm out of me
I'm out of me
I'm out of me

Exhibitions of winter
Exhibitions of you
Exhibitions of winter
Exhibitions of you

And the word is going fast
You and I are treating of measure, in part
You're not dying
Leave truth become true

Exhibitions of winter
Exhibitions of you
Exhibitions of winter
Exhibitions of you

Wide eyes open in my soul
I'm not thinking right, it's my pleasure to cry
You have to win
Don't believe your fate at all

Exhibitions of winter
Exhibitions of you
Exhibitions of winter
Exhibitions of you

I'm out of me
I'm out of me
I'm out of me
I'm out of me

I'm out of me
I'm out of me
I'm out of me
I'm out of me