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