[Lyric] Winter Afternoon (Brahms' Third Racket)

Everything looks rotten
Crawling at rock bottom
Culpable and wanton
Everything forgotten

When I had the first one
It felt like winning
By the seventh round
Faces started spinning

Summer sun
Missing on a winter afternoon
Autumn leaves
Dying on the floor of my living room

I am a strange deceiver
Mix of ice and fever
A glimmer of a glimpse
A shadow in the dark

A fiction that exists
Only in the mind
A storm that persists
And carves a timeless mark
You don’t have to be afraid
Don’t have to be insane
Don’t have to turn away

I am reaching into you
Reach for the hitherto
I am reaching for the truth

Summer sun
Missing on a winter afternoon
Autumn leaves
Dropping under water in my swimming pool

Dying on the floor of my living room