Lyrics Wintertime - Philip Labes

It's grey, it's white and it's grey
After my show you gave me a bouquet
Yellowest sunflower, red cabernet
But everything sweet is just hidden decay

It's white, it's graphite on white
I handle my pencil and think of your bite
I scribble my lyrics and worry all night
I'll never be so loved again in my life

And am I going to feel like this every single day for the rest of my life

Wintertime
Just go to bed, it's not gonna happen
Wintertime
Tomorrow I heard it'll snow
Wintertime
Ice on the lake, tracks in the cabin
Let's rest for a time
It's going to be fine

It's green, it's yellow and green
It's snotty and rotten, a jealous machine
And look at my numbers up there on the screen
From my predictable typical dream

It's red, magenta and red
The stains that we left from the wine on my bed
I wish I had your body, I wish I was dead
I wish that you were the you in my head

And am I going to feel like this every single day for the rest of my life

Wintertime
Just go to bed, it's not gonna happen
Wintertime
Tomorrow I heard it'll snow
Wintertime
Ice on the lake, tracks in the cabin
Let's rest for a time
It's going to be fine

It's going to be fine
If I let the snow cover my colors
Going to be fine
I've got nothing to lose, lose, lose

It's blues, it's whites and it's blues
I made four records to get over you
When I look back at the colors I used
Did I get better or dig at the bruise

It's black, it's black and it's black
It hops down my throat and it sits on my back
The emptiness seeps out of every crack
The nothing that nothing can ever hold back

And am I going to feel like this every single day for the rest of my life

No