Early Winter

You, you have a face for fashion

For style in the place of passion

A rose in the garden



You, you look like you really meant it

Twisting the knife in my chest

Stamping on whats left



I never was

I never was one for crying

I never was one for tears



The map, the map of the world is on you

the moon gravitates around you

The seasons obey you



But I never was

I never was one for crying

I never was one for tears



No sooner was I born

Than i was dying

What kind of world is this?

Its only a stone for throwing



Looks like an early winter, alright

Looks like an early winter, alright

An early winter, alright

You turned me over



Why, why do you act so stupid

When you know you are always right



Looks like an early winter, alright

Looks like an early winter, alright

An early winter alright

You turn me over alright



And it gets too much yeah it gets too much

Starting over and over and over again

And it gets too much yeah it gets too much

Starting over and over and over again

And it gets too much yeah it gets too much

Starting over and over and over again

Alright, you turned me over