Lyrics The Narrative

The Narrative

Winter's Coming

Are you in danger, you swore by a ship wreck

And now you are stranded sinking like a ghost

So sit by your door, and wait for me to storm in

But I swear, I swear I'm never coming home

And the winter's coming close

And my body is growing cold

And I'm trembling in fright, oh my

Cause I am a sinner with a crooked smile

And you took to the rhythm of a no good liar

I drown in the mirror, you notice thing is damn disease

And I never surface who I want to be

I'm shaking with bruises; I can barely stand my shame

Knowing every inch it hesitates

And it breaks and it breaks, and it breaks

And the winter's coming close

And my body is growing cold

And I'm trembling in fright oh my

Cause I am a sinner with a crooked smile

And you took to the rhythm of a no good liar

I am a sinner with a crooked smile

And you took to the rhythm of a no good liar

Cause I am a sinner with a crooked smile

And you took to the rhythm of a no good liar

I am a sinner with a crooked smile

And you took to the rhythm of a no good liar

I am a sinner with a crooked smile

And you took to the rhythm of a no good liar

I am a sinner with a crooked smile

And you took to the rhythm of a no good liar

I am a sinner with a crooked smile

And you took to the rhythm of a no good liar

I am a sinner with a crooked smile

And you took to the rhythm of a no good liar