Winter Songtext
von Iona Grove

The biting winter air lingers outside
It's late at night and I can hear them joyful and full of life
Disposable
Predictable and safe
Instead I lock myself inside this place beyond my age
Like the back of my hand
I know the feeling all too well
My mind is a cloud above my shoulders But my body's forgetting to breathe
Believe
That I can find reprieve
A stay of execution by my own hands
These autumn leaves predict a winter's freeze
These brittle bones prefer to be left beside myself
The rains of spring return to summer's heat
But I'll stay inside and wonder why I still feel the cold

The panoramic view of the skyline is killing me
It reminds me of the sprawling failures I've conceived


These autumn leaves predict a winter's freeze
These brittle bones prefer to be left beside myself
The rains of spring return to summer's heat
But I'll stay inside and wonder why I still feel the cold

All I feel is Winter
This old soul is full of hope that one day I'll be free
Free
This old soul is full of hope that one day I'll be free