If you feel the starting cold breeze in your own sleeve
In your work weep, then I'll come back
If you fall asleep without things that shake your wings
Your repressed things, then I'm coming back drunk
If you stare at all of your years that your portrait
Saw without change then it's too late, it is done
In your work weep, then I'll come back
If you fall asleep without things that shake your wings
Your repressed things, then I'm coming back drunk
If you stare at all of your years that your portrait
Saw without change then it's too late, it is done