Winter's Coming 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 It's 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