Today I saw a woman that
Was standing over a dead cat
She looked at me with cold green eyes
I couldn't run, though I tried
She disappeared into the night
What I felt, it wasn't right
A chill kept running down my back
And goosebumps followed in its tracks
I felt a tingle in my hair
From breathing in the cold, dry air
My lips are cracked, it's winter here
I'll see that woman again next year
