Winter Blues
The dirt of the years
Creeps inside my head
Dust on my shoulders
The shadows are black
Always on the run
The winter has begun
Tentatively it's
Dragging me on
I stare at myself
Everything's gone
I stomp away
To catch dreams in the grey
Let me fly with the birds
I need my desire
Big black wings
Will carry me higher
Who will hold my hand?
This winter has no end
I need to be free
Who's dealing the pain?
Let me mourn loud
Let me cry like insane
When you can't find a hand
This is the end
This is the end.
Creeps inside my head
Dust on my shoulders
The shadows are black
Always on the run
The winter has begun
Tentatively it's
Dragging me on
I stare at myself
Everything's gone
I stomp away
To catch dreams in the grey
Let me fly with the birds
I need my desire
Big black wings
Will carry me higher
Who will hold my hand?
This winter has no end
I need to be free
Who's dealing the pain?
Let me mourn loud
Let me cry like insane
When you can't find a hand
This is the end
This is the end.
Credits
Writer(s): Felix Heklau
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