Winter Gloves

Ending Soon Lyrics



I tiptoe to the room.

It's my addiction to the room.

All the things that I wrote,

all the things that I wrote,

they all waste your time.

They all waste your time.



I skip the greetings on the scene.

The are never any thrill.

All the things that I wrote,

all the things that I wrote,

they all waste your time.

They all waste your time.



I tiptoe to the room.

I try to reach you before this cruel act.

But all the things that I wrote,

all the things that I wrote,

they all waste your time.

They all waste your time.



It's always a bad time.

It's always a bad time.

It's always a bad time.

It's always a bad time.