Last Winter Lyrics

Placed under a brutal light, no one looks fine

Flourescent-faced, nowhere to hide,

Slip behind,

Careening in and out,

Holding the rail

With a grip (3x)

And the places beyond the clouds,

Continues brighter out of the Sound,

Breath steams up the window,

Limited view and forced doubts,

Seasons;

Scent is the strongest form of memory,

Taken back to haunts,

Scents for everything,

Living in nowhere,

Finding what works,

Moving present thoughts aside,

And removing the tense entirely.