It's not just the winter's chill
That makes me feel so ill
Grey clouds fill up the sky
And everything here starts to die
It's when the fall wants to come on fast
When every breath of summer might be the last
The thought of cold gets in my head
The dread, the dread, the dread
The dread, the dread, the dread
And yes, it's nice to be alive
And every season has it's place and time
The fear lingers in the air
My thoughts turn to despair
It's the turning from light to dark
That puts a dagger into my heart
The thought of cold gets in my head
The dread, the dread, the dread
The dread, the dread, the dread
It's not just the winter's chill
That makes me feel so ill
The fear lingers in the air
My thoughts turn to despair
The dread, the dread, the dread
The dread, the dread, the dread
The dread, the dread, the dread
The dread, the dread, the dread
The dread, the dread, the dread
The dread, the dread, the dread