When the Winter comes, it’s with me too.
On that day, just let it all accumulate.
When the Winter comes, it’s with you too.
So don’t leave the house and just go to bed.

Without doing your homework you turn your paints into wind
Like painting over an evening scene, you gloss over your hard circumstances.

The Winter sky is dull, at my job, I’m zoned out.
It’s boring, is all it is, and I want to go back, I want to go back.