Winter

Hanging there dormant
How you wait and stay bored
Acting so cornered
Hate the way you so cold
How’d you get like this?
How’d you get like that?
Cos my life’s sorted
They all smile while I expire
I escaped my my my old life
My life’s sorted
And my smile is sorted
And my while is worth it
And my why’s rewarded
There’s more to life than wasting all my time
What do I do now?
What’s so important
Has He forgotten your portion?
How’d it get like this?
How’d it get like that?
There’s more to life than wasting all my time
Angus Dawson:
I won’t be your conscience
I can’t speak my mind
They all smile while I expire
I escaped my my my old life
My life’s sorted
And my smile is sorted
And my while is worth it
And my why’s rewarded
There’s more to life than wasting all my time
I said I’d spend my time on music