Winter is here
Shiver in white rust
Winter is here
Your guitar is the wrong way round
On the beat
Winter is here
Crows are pecking at the wheat husk
Winter is here
Your son is white and pale
Winter is here
Summer is dying in the white moon
Winter is here
Spirit is dying cuz there's no room
I need your crisis in my life
Can’t breathe with no accident
I feed the crisis in your life
Can’t breathe with no accident
I need your crisis in my life
Can’t breathe with no accident
I feed the crisis in your life
Can’t breathe with no accident
