It's grey, it's white and it's grey
After my show you gave me a bouquet
Yellowest sunflower, red cabernet
But everything sweet is just hidden decay
It's white, it's graphite on white
I handle my pencil and think of your bite
I scribble my lyrics and worry all night
I'll never be so loved again in my life
And am I going to feel like this every single day for the rest of my life
Wintertime
Just go to bed, it's not gonna happen
Wintertime
Tomorrow I heard it'll snow
Wintertime
Ice on the lake, tracks in the cabin
Let's rest for a time
It's going to be fine
It's green, it's yellow and green
It's snotty and rotten, a jealous machine
And look at my numbers up there on the screen
From my predictable typical dream
It's red, magenta and red
The stains that we left from the wine on my bed
I wish I had your body, I wish I was dead
I wish that you were the you in my head
And am I going to feel like this every single day for the rest of my life
Wintertime
Just go to bed, it's not gonna happen
Wintertime
Tomorrow I heard it'll snow
Wintertime
Ice on the lake, tracks in the cabin
Let's rest for a time
It's going to be fine
It's going to be fine
If I let the snow cover my colors
Going to be fine
I've got nothing to lose, lose, lose
It's blues, it's whites and it's blues
I made four records to get over you
When I look back at the colors I used
Did I get better or dig at the bruise
It's black, it's black and it's black
It hops down my throat and it sits on my back
The emptiness seeps out of every crack
The nothing that nothing can ever hold back
And am I going to feel like this every single day for the rest of my life
No