Spiritual Beggars

Yearly Dying

Spiritual Beggars


Find myself in a state 
that always appears this time of year 
Feels like I'm in a dark muddy hole 
Where everything seems to far 

Baby, maybe-time to go 
Baby, baby-make me warm 
I know, you know-something's wrong 
Baby, maybe time to go... 

Weakness... Concentrate... 
I'm 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-something's 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