Spiritual Beggars

Find myself in a state
that always appears this time of year
Feels like Im in a dark muddy hole
Where everything seems to far
Baby, maybe-time to go
Baby, baby-make me warm
I know, you know-somethings wrong
Baby, maybe time to go...
Weakness... Concentrate...
Im too cold to wanna reach anything
Grab my pen without strength
Alcohol becomes my saviour
Baby, maybe-time to go
Baby, baby-make me warm
I know, you know-somethings wrong
Baby, maybe time to go home...
Rain... Falling outside...
Memories flashing behind my frightened eyes
safe from harm... Harmony
ease my head with another one
[ Yearly Dying Lyrics ]