Winter Bayside

When Winter falls
Next year, I'll be holding on
To anything nailed down
As for being patient, with fate and all, it's getting old
And my mind is slowly changing
I'm calling all my oldest friends
Saying "sorry for this mess we're in,"
And I'm waiting, waiting
For the Sun to come and melt this snow
Wash away the pain, and give me back control, control

An angel got his wings
And we'll hold our heads up knowing that he's fine
We'd all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime

Should we still set his plate?
Should we still save his chair?
Should we still buy him gifts?
And if we don't, did we not care?
It makes you think about the life you've led
Shit you've done, things you've said
And it's grounding, grounding
I've been feeling three feet tall this month
Hardly indestructible
But the snow melts, and the rhythm still goes on