Winter will always come around eventually And people like me dont take to it with ease So kindly Its far too cold for comfort And I think too much About the air that I breathe About the air that I breathe About the air that I breathe About the sword I unsheathe About the ground underneath That caves in when I try to stand When I dont have your hand When theres no reprimand Winter will always come around eventually And people like me dont take to it with ease Its far too cold for comfort And I think too much About the air that I breathe About the air that I breathe About the air that I breathe About the sword I unsheathe The ground underneath That caves in when I try to stand When I dont have your hand When theres no reprimand When theres no reprimand
reprimand, breathe, air, unsheathe, eventually