to be played on a early morning dark & windy road returning from the snowy mountains, somewhere between coma and canberra maybe. a bit country, a bit sad, a bit of hope for a distant sun.
'twelve months of winter' by epicure
there's a dark, cold prison cell in my mind
or so i'm told, the story changes every time
but i keep the walls well padded
so i can't hurt myself
i keep the keys well hidden
so i can't escape myself
cos i've had 12 months of winter
and the sunshine's gotta come
when you see me next love
I'm gonna be..
someone..
'twelve months of winter' by epicure
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