Winter's Coming (The Narrative)

Are you in danger, you swore by a ship wreck And now you are stranded sinking like a ghost So sit by your door, and wait for me to storm in But I swear, I swear I'm never coming home And the winter's coming close And my body is growing cold And I'm trembling in fright, oh my Cause I am a sinner with a crooked smile And you took to the rhythm of a no good liar I drown in the mirror, you notice thing is damn disease And I never surface who I want to be I'm shaking with bruises; I can barely stand my shame Knowing every inch it hesitates And it breaks and it breaks, and it breaks And the winter's coming close And my body is growing cold And I'm trembling in fright oh my Cause I am a sinner with a crooked smile And you took to the rhythm of a no good liar I am a sinner with a crooked smile And you took to the rhythm of a no good liar Cause I am a sinner with a crooked smile And you took to the rhythm of a no good liar I am a sinner with a crooked smile And you took to the rhythm of a no good liar I am a sinner with a crooked smile And you took to the rhythm of a no good liar I am a sinner with a crooked smile And you took to the rhythm of a no good liar I am a sinner with a crooked smile And you took to the rhythm of a no good liar I am a sinner with a crooked smile And you took to the rhythm of a no good liar