Cold Hands

My hands are cold They're moving sloppily There's no belief I hold About a warmer state of world. The only warm thing in the world Is breathe escaping when I sing this song It's turning into fog A lot of fog. Winter is coming... Scumming... \ 2x Scumming winter's on the way. / Played for a week To buy new winter boots To hinder oozing leak That old boots had, well, everywhere Played for another day or two To buy the mittens saving hands from doom I hope I'll never dare To lose the pair Winter is coming... Scumming... \ 2x Scumming winter's on the way. / And I remember seeing other guys Playing in the cold I thought I'd never join the club But we have crisis on the rise And I have two of them through getting old So welcome to the club With no backrub Winter is coming... Scumming... \ 4x Scumming winter's on the way. /