Those Proverbs We Made In The Winter Must End کے بول

I'm raising Cain again I'm raising hell Showed you the state I'm in Told you how I fell Our sorries weigh us down Makes it hard to stand Those proverbs we made in the winter they must end And the wolves keep coming in Like in those prophecies The black forest keeps sending them For deathly company We're dying tied to rules We can't comprehend Those proverbs we made in the winter they must end We're broken and beautiful Deep scars on skin Our regrets they can be a spur Every crack can let light in If we raise our heads again We've got a chance to mend Those proverbs we made in the winter they must end