It's so cold
I tell myself
What's your point
I can warm myself

Read the gut
Tells ya what
It's no fun
Beat your old drum

Long, sore in the winter
Songs, bore in the splinter
Pain, I just can't dig it out yet

Could someone just help me
No, this pain is healthy
I'm just holding myself far back

Slowly, knowing, winter
Slowly, knowing, winter
Slowly, knowing, winter
Slowly, knowing, winter
Slowly, knowing, winter
Slowly, knowing, winter
Slowly, knowing, winter
Slowly, knowing, winter

Shape up the war fund, more bucks
Library's full, just need luck
Writing is more fun, the war's done
Just me and my works, and no one

The new arrival
I remain stifled
It's always trouble
The search through rubble

Just wait 'til I find you
Just wait 'til I find you
Just wait 'til I find you
Just wait 'til I find you

Holding my self back, hole in my cell, rats
Hide just to sell tracks, time I won't get back
Not how I should act, friends are what I lack

No money no flats, gristle, bones and fat
World will just attack, that's why I held back
I got myself whacked, snowblinded and sacked

I was not a winner
I was not a winner
I was not a winner
I was not a winner
Cure my fearful innards
Cure my fearful innards
Cure my fearful innards
Cure my fearful innards

Just wait 'til I find you
Just wait 'til I find you
Just wait 'til I find you
Just wait 'til I find you