Face down on the ground Storm clouds lie in white snow piles all around I don't know if I can make it through One more winter in this town
Voted worst in show the last two years Got a refill on my tears Another bottle Of foam-yellow clear
An old man twitching on the train Reminds us of mortality The snow everywhere Reminds us of the rain
And my burned and brittle skin Cracked and blistered in the wind Is testament to repetition As the impossible happens again
So, what's your New Year's resolution? Take off those ten unsightly pounds The snow is piling higher And your face is growing closer to the ground
Raising your glass at the office party Photocopy your secretary's ass It's no more pathetic Than our self righteously self important tasks
Of barfing rhetoric on shiny table tops As our collars and turtlenecks choke us right there in the coffee shops Winter will not wait for you Ironically, your worst fear has come true
Pontification means nothing
When I woke up and looked around I found my dreams had melted into dirty puddles on the groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
