Coming of Winter

Out on the streets of Helden
A change in the tide
Willows Bloom
I don't want to dream about it

So grim
Painting a picture of past circumstance
And it is
Always on my Mind

Only time will tell if we're through

Witness the Coming of Winter
A dull dreary grey taints my mind
I don't think I'll make it alone

So grim
Portraits depicting a solace of a kind
I don't know
Please don't wake me up

Severance seeks to sour the roots below



Credits
Writer(s): Sam Smith
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