I hate when he does that.
Waiting on the weekends
I hate winters in Winnipeg
While he is working on his waiting.
I fear the cold
The cold winters in Winnipeg.
I fear, that he is waiting in the dark
I fear the future winters in Winnipeg.
At night, I think of him (you)
I fear the lyrics of waiting
At noon in the cold winters of Winnipeg
I hate my fear of you
The walking dead.
At night I think of you (him)
I fear his cold eyes
I hate his waiting
I hate how he knows.
A cold noon in Winnipeg
Winter is waiting
Walking towards the dark
Walking toward the dead
Lyrics of waiting
I still fear them.
I fear his eyes
The cold is waiting
I fear my dead
The dead winter in Winnipeg
I fear his body being too close to mine
My eyes are cold
Feeling hot like hell
It is a dead day in Winnipeg
But it is not mine.
Noon turns into Night
Winter comes and goes
It is a cold dead day
A cold dead future
Here in Winnipeg.
I walk towards the cold
I walk towards nothing
I walk away from the dead
Being his (your) walking dead.
You (he)
Faces the eternal winter
Endless cold
Waiting forever
In Winnipeg.
