Hazy Shade of Winter - Gerard Way, Ray Toro

Time, time, time,

See what’s become of me,

While I looked around,

For my possibilities,

I was so hard to please.

I look around,

Leaves are brown,

And the sky,

Is a hazy shade of winter.

Hear the Salvation Army band,

Down by the river,

It’s bound to be a better ride,

Than what you’ve got planned,

Carry your cup in your hand.

And look around.

Leaves are brown

And the sky

Is a hazy shade of winter.

Hang on to your hopes, my friend,

That’s an easy thing to say,

But if your hopes should pass away,

Simply pretend,

That you can build them again.

Look around,

Grass is high,

The fields are ripe,

It’s the springtime of my life.

Ah, seasons change with the scenery,

Weaving time in a tapestry,

Won’t you stop and remember me,

At any convenient time,

Funny how my memory skips,

While looking over manuscripts,

Of unpublished rhyme,

Drinking my vodka and lime.

I look around,

Leaves are brown,

And the sky,

Is a hazy shade of winter.

Look around,

Leaves are brown,

There’s a patch of snow on the ground,

Look around,

Leaves are brown,

There’s a patch of snow on the ground.

Look around,

Look around.

Leaves are brown,

And the sky,

Is a hazy shade of winter,

Look around,

Leaves are brown,

There’s a patch of snow on the ground,

Look around,

Leaves are brown,

There’s a patch of snow on the ground.

Do.