Snowman
Quelle: Spotify
Death has done her work this morning
Cutting me back down to size
Frozen in this winter warning
Gentle in its own demise
Starving sun in deep November
It cannot feed us any more
Leaving us this dark reminder
Of things we should have done before
Even as our days are numbered
I can feel it getting near
Deafened by the sounds of others
Who only got as far as here
In the chilling of the evening
They find the ones who won't survive
Taken as the day surrenders
While we fight to stay alive
Can you feel the summer ending?
Will this be the end of me?
Afraid of all that might have happened
And all that never came to be
Will you tell me when it's gone?
Will you tell me when it's over?
Even though it's just begun
Even though I'm going over
Death has done her work this morning
Cutting me back down to size
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