On the way home
Wind is whipping
In my hair

Night clear in the cold
Never rested

So destructive

Fall fell again
It felt like dying

Early nights

Cat on my chest
Your hands in my hair
Feel alright
I feel alright

Another droning
Same as last year

World's getting warmer
I'll move north

Forgot how it felt to be good
Forgot how it felt to be good

Slowly
A hand comes down

A hand comes down