I heard you being led by the wind
How many times
How many faces and
The places are for me?

And what did I do
To make me hate you (so much)
It’s all the time and all the faces and all the places that weren’t for me

The snow is starting fall, circling Waterloo
The coat that’s soaked from the bar
The cursed witches brew
The happiness of it all
Set back by you

I felt you on the first day of fall
It’s so consuming and the booming of your voice is just for me

I don’t have a type
I don’t have a style
I know I do, it’s just a test
So I object and all the rest!

The snow is starting fall, circling Waterloo
The coat that’s soaked from the bar
The cursed witches brew
The happiness of it all
Set back by you

The snow is starting fall, circling Waterloo
The coat that’s soaked from the bar
The cursed witches brew
The happiness of it all

Set back by you