Sunny skies Don't fall for their lies It's three below with windchill And the sunlight barely breaks the tree line
Much like the sun I'm fed up With showing a face In a futile attempt to belong in this place Regardless we're heading towards cold and grey
I can't stand All this small talk about the weather Sometimes I think of leaving altogether
Because much like the sun I'm fed up With showing a face In a futile attempt to belong in this place Regardless we're heading towards cold and grey This act is lasting shorter every day
Convince me to stay
Count down the days 'Till dew on the windowpane Hide me away