Winter Blues
This is the last song of this series that will collide into one.
Evasive, still a chase
I’ve lost cut on her waist
I think we are not safe
The past don’t burn away
Leave the car at his gate
Colored, back at the start
She fell upon his grace
His thoughts among the scope
They all fall alone
It’s painful at sight
The snow is here in his part
We all know love is
That stupid old fool
Your silhouette leans
It don’t mean a thing
Will dive ‘til the water freezes
It’s all a trap
I’ll be right back
We won’t welcome your return
And then you’ll think about the old winter curse