Feeling under the weather's no joke when the weather's this bad
And I'm wondering whether I can blame the weather for making me feel so sad
The hibernating instinct is kicking in
No matter how early I go to bed I still feel like sleeping in
When morning is broken you've got to be joking
If alarm bells are starting to toll
And it's hardly surprising the sun isn't rising
'Cos who... loves... the... sol? (we do)
When the sun creeps back into the sky
I will open my eyes, and my window
To let in the light and so
I will forget how the freezing and wet
Winter season will return like it does every year.
Waking up when the morning's still dark is a horrible thing
I can't wait for winter to die and make way for the rejuvenation of spring
Until then the spring in my step has been neutralised
If this season's the reason for these unfair moodswings then I wouldn't be surprised
The world feels so dead and I'm shaking my head
As darkness is starting to fall
In the premature gloom of the late afternoon
And who... loves... the... sol? (we do)
