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 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
The autumn leaves predict the 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 the 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 freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
