Winter Need

Dont, leave me here, in my special brand of winter,

I can’t fight the cold all on my own.

Dont, leave me here in my special brand of winter,

You know sometimes you feel like home.

 

Sometimes it gets cold in my head,

My fingertips go numb.

I need you then, the most, I confess,

Save the parts of me, almost gone.

 

Looks like you left me here, in my special brand of torture.

Loneliness has caught it’s prey.

Looks like you left me here, in my special brand of torture.

Everything has faded grey.

 

Sometimes it gets cold in my head,

My fingertips go numb.

I need you then, the most, I confess,

Save the parts of me, almost gone.

 

You kissed my fingertips,

You kissed my fingertips,

Came back for me when I was almost gone.

You’ve come to cure this winter need.