Early Winter

You, you have a face of fashion For style in the place of passion A rose in the garden You, you look like you really meant it Twisting the knife in my chest Stamping on what's left But I never was... I never was one for crying I never was one for tears The map, the map of the world is on you The moon gravitates around you The seasons obey you But I never was... I never was one for crying Never was one for tears And no sooner was I born Thеn I was dying What kind of a world is this? It's only a stone for throwing It looks like an early wintеr, alright It looks like an early winter, alright An early winter, alright You turn me over Why, why do you act so stupid? When you know that you're always right It looks like an early winter, alright It looks like an early winter, alright An early winter, alright An early winter, alright You turn me over, alright And it gets too much, and it gets too much Starting over and over and over again (Alright) And it gets too much, and it gets too much Starting over and over and over again (Alright) And it gets too much, and it gets too much Starting over and over and over again (Alright) And it gets too much, and it gets too much Starting over and over and over again (Alright) You turn me over