When will this winter end?. The snow's been falling for months. The town all dressed in white. And my skin is burning from the wind. . A cold sun in disguise.
All blossoms die in the light of our new culture. Find your belief in that which cannot be discovered. Countless lessons lie in every fever dream. A million voices asking, what does it all mean?.
a man sits at his desk. One year from retirement. And he's up for review. Not quite sure what to do. each passing year. The workload grows. . I'm always wishing.