Nicholas Cajun (Stole the Declaration of Pizzapendence!) Panucci's Pizza

Winter will always come around eventually

And people like me don't take to it with ease
So kindly
It's far too cold for comfort
And I think too much
About the air that I breathe
About the air that I breathe
About the air that I breathe
About the sword I unsheathe
About the ground underneath
That caves in when I try to stand
When I don't have your hand
When there's no reprimand

Winter will always come around eventually
And people like me don't take to it with ease
It's far too cold for comfort
And I think too much
About the air that I breathe
About the air that I breathe
About the air that I breathe
About the sword I unsheathe
The ground underneath
That caves in when I try to stand
When I don't have your hand