Winters I Wore as Armor (버전 2)

Verse

Nine years old in the boiler room, dust thick as fog

Daddy fed the furnace grates like feeding a hollow dog

Coal by the shovel, ash turned his knuckles gray

Building stayed warm while our own pipes froze that day

Three coats he wore, said cold don't knock, it just walks in

Iron gate locked at midnight, kept the young ones safe within

Burn scar shaped like a comma right along his palm

Said pain's just punctuation, teach your body to stay calm

Pre-Chorus

Now I ask him how he did it, forty years and never late

He just pointed at the furnace, said the fire don't wait

Told me warmth is borrowed, debt you pay in sweat and grief

Every man's got a boiler room, question's who keeps the heat

Chorus

Winters I wore as armor, stitched three deep and steady

Ash on my collar, iron gates heavy

Every plate I patched kept a hundred hearths ready

Cold never broke me, just made me heavy

Verse

Twenty years later, different building, same cold hall

Booth instead of boiler room, but the pressure's still the wall

Landlord cut the heat, I laid tracks til my hands went numb

Same ash on my collar now, different kind of drum

Scars from the block now, not from the flame

Same lesson though — keep moving, don't wear out your name

I stack the plates of rent and rhyme, feed the furnace of my own

Warm a room with nothing but the will I've always known

Pre-Chorus

Now my son asks how I do it, tells me sleep's a waste of time

I just hand him daddy's coat, say the fire runs in the line

Told him warmth ain't given, it's inherited and paid

Every family's got a furnace, question's who stays afraid

Chorus

Winters I wore as armor, stitched three deep and steady

Ash on my collar, iron gates heavy

Every plate I patched kept a hundred hearths ready

Cold never broke me, just made me heavy

Bridge

They buried him in that same coat, three layers, iron pressed

Doctor said the coal dust settled deep inside his chest

Said the armor that kept strangers warm was wearing him down blind

I wear it anyway, but now I crack the window every time

Not every fire's worth the lungs you lose to keep it lit

So I burn it slower now, but I ain't never quitting it

Chorus

Winters I wore as armor, stitched three deep and steady

Ash on my collar, iron gates heavy

Every plate I patched kept a hundred hearths ready

Cold never broke me, just made me heavy