Long nights of winter's chills
I view the world through windowsills
I fought so hard to wish it away
Oh how autumn swiftly fades

In my realization
Shall my heart beat content
With the howling dogs of doom
And their ill intent
To bite hard the foot
As Jimmy plays slow
And Old Man Winter
Takes his toll

Deeper in dreams
The subconscious awakes
As we prepare our provision
For the dormant state...