Winter's Coming - Temposhark

Winter’s coming, I cut my hair

In a dream last night, you were there

Next to me, I heard you speak

With scissors in your hand

This addiction’s not sweet no more

Its pleasant smile’s become a vicious sore

It’s getting worst, this burning thirst

Love won’t ever last

There’s 12 boxes out in the hall

I know each one, I packed them all

With every single possession we have

Now hidden from view

I hear ten thousand voices sing to me

I hear their words roll on endlessly

Calling for change, inside my head

We sing in unison

My headphones tangle in a knot

They won’t unravel

I am dreading walking up

Sitting on the bottom step

Even if you’re already half asleep

Winter’s coming I’ve grown my hair

Helps me reconcile this time of year

Without you for the very first time

And I’ve lost a lot of weight

And we have sung our last song

But that’s ok, that’s ok

Cuz, I’m not writing anymore

I fold the page

I close the door

Another book for another year

Without you

Without you

Here