It's grey, it's white and it's grey

After my show you gave me a bouquet

Yellowest sunflower, red cabernet

But everything sweet is just hidden decay

It's white, it's graphite on white

I handle my pencil and think of your bite

I scribble my lyrics and worry all night

I'll never be so loved again in my life

And am I going to feel like this every single day for the rest of my life

Wintertime

Just go to bed, it's not gonna happen

Wintertime

Tomorrow I heard it'll snow

Wintertime

Ice on the lake, tracks in the cabin

Let's rest for a time

It's going to be fine

It's green, it's yellow and green

It's snotty and rotten, a jealous machine

And look at my numbers up there on the screen

From my predictable typical dream

It's red, magenta and red

The stains that we left from the wine on my bed

I wish I had your body, I wish I was dead

I wish that you were the you in my head

And am I going to feel like this every single day for the rest of my life

Wintertime

Just go to bed, it's not gonna happen

Wintertime

Tomorrow I heard it'll snow

Wintertime

Ice on the lake, tracks in the cabin

Let's rest for a time

It's going to be fine

It's going to be fine

If I let the snow cover my colors

Going to be fine

I've got nothing to lose, lose, lose

It's blues, it's whites and it's blues

I made four records to get over you

When I look back at the colors I used

Did I get better or dig at the bruise

It's black, it's black and it's black

It hops down my throat and it sits on my back

The emptiness seeps out of every crack

The nothing that nothing can ever hold back

And am I going to feel like this every single day for the rest of my life

No