I sit on the window seat
And watch the day as it fades away
I'm running into cold wasted year
Held my eyes closed (for too long)
I swear from my head to my feet
I'm running into cold wasted year
Should I start by
By getting drunk again
If you leave me behind
I might end up
Sleeping on a bench
Talking to an old new friend
Drying out my eyes
And for a moment I feel alive
'Cause I'm running into cold wasted year
Should I start by
By getting drunk again
If you leave me behind
I might end up
Sleeping on a bench
Talking to an old new friend
