Winter's Dying -

Winter’s dying

I can feel the cold though

Songs are sighing

Days and dreams are hard to hold

Lost Dreams

Lost Treasures

Simple times of foolish pleasures

Broken Rhymes

Scattered Measures

Stuck inside such dormant leisure

Lost Dreams

Stolen Vision

Falling over small decisions

Careless words

A deep incision

Causing us to lose position

To lose position

To lose position

Winter’s dying

Knowing what we’re told is true

Spirit’s flying high

While melodies are bought and sold

New Dreams

True Treasures

End the times of foolish pleasure

Open Minds

Moral Measures

Substitute complacent leisure

Spring Dreams

Summer Visions

Confident in all decisions

Careful words

Heal incisions

Giving love a new position

A new position

A new position