The world is a cold, dark, dreary place
In this world I have no face...

I keep my paintbrush with me where ever i go
In case I need to cover up...

These nights grow colder
The world, it grows dark...

Never doubt
Never fear...

You are gone to a better place
with roses and white lace...

WHO WILL BE THERE WHEN I FALL, TO CATCH ME AND...
WHO WILL BE THERE WHEN I CRY, TO WIPE MY TEARS...

Winter is coming
so don't eat the yellow snow...