The winter’s only arriving and life is starting to fade.
It feels like never returning – a time to end all the pain.
So cold the fire is dying, so glad to be all alone.
I think I’m slowing decaying, the night will feel my disdain.
The air just thickens the context, sometimes I run out of breath.
Look for a deeper horizon, the moon will light your way.
A fashion only for undead, a break from all the distress.
The sadness thickens the context, the snowman one call away.
But take a deep look to your heart and bless it all away.
Just can’t repeat the things she said – they’re stones to build my soul.
So break the spell that holds you down and join me for a dance.
I’ll be exactly what you need – a thing which never sleeps.
© 2015 Tortured by Midi – All rights reserved. Words and lyrics by Esteban Muirragui.
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