Besedila: Holly Conlan. Winter.

Autumn, autumn, wake up slowly.
The time has come,
I need you to pack up and go home.
I've been praying hard for winter,
Harvesting proof of why I should be alone.

And don't you know that I screamed the truth till I lost my mind?
And don't you think there should be an end somewhere close behind?

Ocean, ocean, can you feel me?
I know you can,
Why would I mean that much to you?
Lifetime, lifetime, you're enough time.
To find the heart, find the arms I belong into.

And don't you know that I screamed the truth till I lost my mind?
And don't you think that there should be an end somewhere close behind?

Winter, I know better than this.
Winter, I know better than this.

And don't you know that I screamed the truth till I lost my mind?
And don't you think there should be an end somewhere close behind?