the Goo

in this morning haze, it seems so hard to think
after restless dreams and a lonely night
thought that still haunts my mind
the choices we made inside our heads

seems this world is made for us fools
likely to word just another tool
thought that still haunts our minds
that chances seems too hard to take

wine bottles promptly named 'the goo'
waking up at 3am to the sound we make
when toes touch something oddly cold

Its been cold for months
What if ice never melts
Spring is late this year
What if the ice never melts?

Ill try to look for ways and means
to fix the mood and the lights
Ill try to look for ways and means
to warm it up again

sometimes your mind starts to wonder
when it should be here and now
thought that still haunts inside me
the lack of action and reaction

like letters that shouldve been sent
only so much they could prevent

wine bottles promptly named 'the goo'
waking up at 3am to the sound we make
when toes touch something oddly cold

Its been cold for months
What if ice never melts
Spring is late this year
What if the ice never melts?

Ill try to look for ways and means
to fix the mood and the lights
Ill try to look for ways and means
to warm it up again