From the recording Corkscrew Soul
Lyrics
So enter the winter
Of discontent of your life
Control your mouth or it brings evil
We're all children of the stars
Sew bags of potential
Whilst sitting here with sinners' grins
All I see is dead bodies breathing
What are you waiting for
The winter of discontent of your life?
You're not even an apostrophe
Of land amid the blue expanse
Sow ideas of leaving here
Laden with open doors
When the truth is somewhere else
So enter the winter
Of discontent of your life.