Yearly Dying

Find myself in a state That always appears this time of year Feels like I'm in a dark muddy hole Where everything seems to far Baby, maybe-time to go Baby, baby-make me warm I know, you know-something's wrong Baby, maybe time to go... Weakness... Concentrate... I'm too cold to wanna reach anything Grab my pen without strength Alcohol becomes my saviour Baby, maybe-time to go Baby, baby-make me warm I know, you know-something's wrong Baby, maybe time to go home... Rain... Falling outside... Memories flashing behind my frightened eyes Safe from harm... Harmony Ease my head with another one --- Yearly Dying - Spiritual Beggars