Winter will always come around eventually
And people like me don't take to it with ease
So kindly
It's 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 don't have your hand
When there's no reprimand

And winter will always come around eventually
People like me don't take to it with ease
It's 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 don't have your hand
When there's no reprimand
When there's no reprimand