there are cracks in the wall giving me only slivers of the sun i remember it all truths being told as soon as our minds were gone dont tell me theres no way your mind will change even the leaves grow weary of the trees from which they came you cant hang onto something if its gone and lost its color so go find someplace warm ill still be here when winters over you always made my head spin more than the whiskey on our lips i just needed thicker skin to help me loosen up my grip dont tell me theres no way your mind will change even the leaves grow weary of the trees from which they came you cant hang onto something if its gone and lost its color so go find someplace warm ill still be here when winters over go find someplace warm ill still be here when winters over