You, You have a face for fashion
A style in the place of passion
A rose in the garden

You, you look like you really meant it

Twisting the knife in my chest
Stamping on what’s left
But I never was
I never was one for crying
Never was one for tears

The map, the map of the world is on you
The moon gravitates around you
The seasons obey you

But I never was
I never was one for crying
I never was one for tears

And no sooner was I born
Then I was dying
What kind of a world is this?
It’s only a stone for throwing.

It looks like an early winter, alright
Looks like an early winter, alright
An early winter, alright
You turn me over

Why, why do you act so stupid
When you know that you’re always right
It looks like an early winter, alright
Looks like an early winter, alright
An early winter, alright
You turn me over, alright

It gets too much, it hurts too much
Starting over and over and over again