Winter Lyrics

What a time

What a drought

What a clumsy way of getting us out

They say we're fine

I think we're finally chopped onions



Wiki this

Check it out

Wouldn’t you like to make your own mind about it

You wait, you'll see

How we are sinking slowly



Looking for a solid cloud

I’ll be wishing him solid to be coming down loud

And I will be soaked deep with the rest of the crowd

Getting soaked deep too



What a clime

What an ex

Such an impressive wave of special effects

They say we’re gone

I think we are gonna get stronger



Looking for a solid cloud

I’ll be wishing him solid to be coming down loud

And I will be soaked deep with the rest of the crowd

Everybody’s walking, climbing, running, waiting

Getting soaked deep too