Winter Is Coming In

So I heard another winter is coming
Never truly knew what to make out of it
I spent my whole life crafting storms of my own
Always looking for new possible ways to avoid the shades of my pale shadowing reflection
Confused with lights, confessing pieces of my everlasting sorrows

Have I lost my senses? I don’t know…

So I heard another winter’s coming

It might be hard to believe, looking back at it now
As if my world lost its senses many, many years ago
Like old wooden horses turning through childhood memories
But pure laughter doesn’t come that easy anymore
As we keep turning around, looking for places to land our long saddened days

Have I lost, have I lost my senses?

May we be saints, may we be whores or a little bit of both, like much of everything else
I guess in the end, it’s not that much about the truth
But how good we became at turning late night illusions into a bright morning view
It’s never that easy I suppose, to kneel down with a smile
When we kept denying our souls from the magic shining through

Have I lost, have I lost my senses?
Have we lost our senses?
I don’t know
Have I lost my senses?
Have we lost our senses?
Have I lost my senses?
Have we lost our, our senses?
Have I lost my senses?
Have I lost?

Our winter’s coming in
Our winter’s coming in, I heard
Our winter’s coming in
Our winter’s coming in

I wish I could say it’s looking at the sun that I’ve lost all sight of hopeful colors
That I’ve turned blind to others, others’ hearts beating their breezes and gentle kisses
And I’m laying down, shoulders stroked, I’m crumbling on dirty ground, tired and weary
If only I could stop
If only I could stop the overflowing mournful sand from falling on my hourglass eyes
I swear, I would
My darkened spirit ruins, into a brand new glowing let go filled with wonders
If only I could stop, I swear
If only I could stop for one second
I swear, I would

Have I lost my senses?
I don’t know
Have I lost my senses?
Have I lost my senses?
Have I lost?

Our winter’s coming in
Our winter’s coming in, I heard
Our winter’s coming in
Our winter’s coming in

Goodbye youthful shivers, goodbye
Goodbye youthful shivers, goodbye
Majestic halo, my dazzling twilight
Goodbye, goodbye

Winter’s coming in
Winter’s coming in

Words: Alex Henry Foster
Recorded at Upper Room Studio

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