Texty: Spiritual Beggars. Yearly Dying.

Find myself in a state
That always appears this time of year
Feels like I'm in a dark muddy hole
Where everything seems to far

Baby, maybe time to go
Baby, baby, make me warm
I know, you know, something's wrong
Baby, maybe time to go

Weakness, concentrate
I'm too cold to wanna reach anything
Grab my pen without strength
Alcohol becomes my savior

Baby, maybe time to go
Baby, baby, make me warm
I know, you know, something's wrong
Baby, maybe time to go home

Rain falling outside
Memories flashing behind my frightened eyes
Safe from harm, harmony
Ease my head with another one

Baby, maybe time to go
Baby, baby, make me warm
I know, you know, something's wrong
Baby, maybe time to go home