Winter's coming, I cut my hair
In a dream last night, you were there
Next to me, I heard you speak
With scissors in your hand

This addiction's not sweet no more
It's pleasant (smiles?) (become|but come) (vicious?)
It's getting worse, this burning fast love
Won't ever last

There's twelve boxes out in the hall
I know each one, I packed them all
With every single possession we have
Now hidden from view

I hear ten thousand voices sing to me
I hear their words roll on endlessly
We sing in unison

My head falls tangled in a knot
They won't unravel
I am dreading walking up,
sitting on the bottom stair
Even if you're already half asleep

Winter's coming, I've grown my hair
Helps me reconcile this time of year
I'm without you for the very first time
And I've lost a lot of (length?)

And we have sung our song
But that's okay, it's okay
'Cause I'm not writing anymore
I filled the page, I closed the door

I never ? for a another year
Without you, without you here