Pasha Bulka - The Grass Doesn't Grow In Winter

Cut your losses and fold
A subtle but sombre embrace, it's comforting but taking its toll
It's swallowed me whole (losing control)
Welcoming arms, a common doubt
Chew me up and spit me out
True colours will show, where did they go?
My eyes only see the soft winter snow

The pain, the greed, the hurt, the need, the heart, it feeds, it grows

I'll keep biting my nails
I'll keep grinding my teeth
The menacing hand of denial and these back watered memories
Feel the warmth of the new day sun
Everything I became I can surely overcome
But what if I've left it to late?
What if I've left it to long?

The things we confine
Applause never comes but my curtain will close
In the end we all die
I'll be a jar filled with dust or a box full of bones

Maybe it's easier to just let go
But how am I meant to know?
Maybe it's easier to just let go
My eyes only see the soft winter snow

Left unbloomed in the new day sun
Patterns formed can be undone
I don't want to be the man I've become
Find love in what's lost and then overcome
And maybe it's easier to just let go
But i won't fold till I'm certain I know (what life brings)

The pain, the greed, the hurt, the need, the heart, it bleeds, it shows

Everything stays the same
Only the seasons change