They say the snow is coming
I felt it in the air this morning
It was a kind of cold that makes you think of
where you waited far too long
For someone it didn't always turn up
It was worth it always
worth it always
cause it made you feel warm inside
I see hard time is coming
It's like the very beginning of Sunday morning
There's a taste left of yesterday
It reminds you how the good things never stay
and how hard you can retain that happy high
which you consider as your life
but it's really just a way to forget how it feels like to be alive
I hear soon the nights are bright
bright will not as bright as the white can be
and it's bright as the winter night once seemed
And the cold will be cold this year
colder than you used to feel
cause you cold yourself
doesn't help no matter who your wait is for
Someday mornings you'll still be thinking
how the good things didn't stay