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