Winter Song — Screaming Trees

Jesus knocking on my door

Late last night and early this morning

Window glass, rusted and weary

I went straight through

Didnt hear no warning

Just a roll of the dice

And a precious vice

To bring you round, its easier

When Im wasting my time

And Im losing my mind

Oh my mind

Try to wait for the sky to fall

Its kind of hard not to see it all

Whisper a song of winter in your heart

Dead end street, just out my back door

I heard whats seen, a young girl laughing

Now raindrops fall away like souls

I wondered if she ever heard mine dying

Just a roll of the dice, and a precious vice

To bring you round, its easier

When Im wasting my time

And Im losing my mind

Oh my mind

Trying to wait for the sky to fall

Its kind of hard now to see it all

Whisper a song of winter in your heart

Trying to wait for the sky to fall

Its kind of hard now to see it all

Whisper a song of winter in your heart

Jesus knocking on my door

One last time, and early this morning