Is a screw loose? I've been feeling so differently now, a bit like a foreigner Is this my home or just a place where I dwell? A modern wayfarer I'm feeling ready to move, but it's just the winter The snow on the streets has turned into ice and now I'm slipping everywhere The walls of this room are turning much barer and how I want them much brighter
I'm feeling ready to move, but it's just the winter When on the move, the world feels much opener Horizon abloom, a magnificent oyster Not hard to prove, that when it closes I'm my own cause It's just the winter