Winter - cold and grey as my soul, it is these days,
And purple limps aside as it pawns my crown away,
And red rants and raves - it comes in waves once calmed by you,
And black always asks me, "Ain't it great to be alone'"

But the blue bleeds through all,
Yes, the blue seeps through all.

Yellow - waking warm and reminding me of home,
And orange - warm and changing me; leaves are letting go,
And green creeps between me, wanting all I've ever known,
But white holds me tight and whispers, "You are not alone."

But the blue bleeds through all,
Yes, the blue seeps through all.

These constantly changing colours, I swear, is never me,
But from further back I see my grand painting.

But the blue bleeds through all,
Yes, the blue seeps through all.

It's all in my mind,
It's all in my heart.

Winter - cold and grey as my soul, it is these days.