The season takes hold
Puts me in my place
February comes, blizzards in its’ wake
Winds shaking this old house
Temperatures plummet
I’ll try to wait it out
Doubt creeping like the cold
Cutting to the bone
The season takes hold
The season takes hold
Puts me in my place
February comes, blizzards in its’ wake
Winds shaking this old house
Temperatures plummet
I’ll try to wait it out
Doubt creeping like the cold
Cutting to the bone
The season takes hold