Winter - Slowride

Winter’s comin' on

Can’t you feel it in your bones now

Laid to rest

With the very best

I did the best that i could

Send me on my way

With disaster on the brain

With blackened lungs

Still my song is sung

I did the best that i could

So tie me up

And turn me loose

Tell me 'bout abuse

The things i know

I learned on my own

I wrote this book for fun

Tell me what you think you should

Sell me what you think is good

Tell me