it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low   as winter slowly stumbled home   the air felt different and it started to show   as every breath resembled smoke   i was short on opinions and i wanted to know   if you'd still be here tomorrow   'cuz it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low   as winter wrapped around Chicago      (chorus)   the T.V.'s on too much   and I don't ever think enough   about the things that matter most   and what could make me old      and there's no argument   for wasting time much better spent   complacently replacing a melody with smoke      i don't expect to smile when i get home   the blankets that i stole should keep you warm   i hope there's not enough to fill the void   i'm futher from the source to feel (the floor?)      it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low   as winter slowly stumbled home   the air felt different and it started to show   as every breath resembled smoke   i was short of opinions and i wanted to know   if you'd still be here tomorrow   'cuz it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low   as winter wrapped around Chicago      (chorus)