I'm unaware but I can smell the winter

Getting stoned for a past splinter

Stared at ground with my empty pocket

Sit away to see the day

Well, maybe we'll be safer on our own

Can you see the way to lose the face you've outgrown?

Don't believe in what you're told before you get old

Don't believe in what you're told before you get old

I'm unaware but I can smell the winter

Getting stoned for a past splinter

Starеd at ground with my empty pocket

Sit away to see the day

Wеll, maybe we'll be safer on our own

Can you see the way to lose the face you've outgrown?

Don't pretend to hear the voices that let you down

Don't pretend to hear the voices that let you down

Baby, I'm tired of comfort and tea collectors

Bottles of pills and Sunday morning lectures

How can you see you're rising now together

Slow-moving traffic finds its way to the wall

Well, maybe we'll be safer on our own

Can you see the way to lose the face you've outgrown?

Don't believe in what you're told before you get old

Don't believe in what you're told before you get old