Six More Weeks of Winter - Grown Ups

There’s a sound of a rhythm that began and came and went

There’s a spirit that’s escaping from my basement

As above, so below

First house around the corner

She says, «I wish it were warmer, so I don’t have to keep track of my coat.»

And if you haven’t heard by now, I’m sure you just forgot to try how

And if you haven’t heard by now, I’m sure you just forgot to get out

Armed with one flashlight and a bag of wine

I’ll leave this night to find it’s own way out

Out of this desperation

Out of these walls we’re raising that never keep: they just surround

And the more I try, they grow twice as high

I could never talk them down

And if you haven’t heard by now, I’m sure you just forgot to try how

And if you haven’t heard by now, I’m sure you just forgot to get out

I’m turning lead into gold

Write this down, count me out

I can’t perceive

I can’t predict the storms I haven’t suffered yet

How many stones should I throw into this well

Before I can walk across this well’s mouth?

You said it was a noble cause:

I ran into a lion’s jaws—

A journey I wish never saw it’s start

I stumbled over teeth and tongue

I waved goodbye to everyone

I went to pitch a tent inside it’s heart