Crackling from the fireplace
Abstract flashbacks appearing
Persisting the familiar patterns
A construct of my own making
My hands are shaking
By the thought of facing it again
I lean back and apply what I, I've learned to
To stop the process, from starting all over again
It seems it works
It fades away
I've resume my duties
It seems it works
It fades away
I've resume my duties
It took me 16 years to realise
That I was meant to walk through winter nights
Despite, all indications
It took me 16 years to realise
That I was meant to walk through winter nights
When doubt appeared in my mind
In my mind
My mind, my mind
In control with diligence
My mind is a cloudy place
In which I need to be aware
Of what lies hidden beneath
Layers of realities
I made in a different life
I thought I had buried in deeper, deeper
16, 16 winter nights
16, 16
It took me 16 years to realise
That I was meant to walk through winter nights
Despite, all indications
It took me 16 years to realise
That I was meant to walk through winter nights
When doubt, appeared in my mind
In my mind
16 years to realise
That I was meant to walk through winter nights
When doubt turns to appeared in my mind
It took me 16 years to realise
That I was meant to walk through winter nights
When doubt turns to appeared in my mind
