Winter’s Here is a hauntingly beautiful conclusion to Barrel Aged—a meditative ballad that gently embraces death with poetic grace. Where Far Too Young laughed in the face of the end, Winter’s Here bows to it, reflecting on time, loss, and cosmic return. With stark imagery and weary resignation, the song explores the soul’s passage from the mortal coil into something eternal. A fitting final breath for an album steeped in reflection.
Haunting • Poetic • Cosmic • Bittersweet • Final
Lyrics
Winter’s here
There goes another year
Of chopping wood
But it don’t do no good
Cuz the fire’s out
As of yesterday
And I’ve long run out
Of things to say
Cuz the days grow short
And the nights get bleak
It’s hard to find
The strength to speak
Cuz the weight of words
Is worth less than gold
When your hopes and dreams
Are bought and sold
Oh mama
Heaven knows
I’m trying to understand
Doing the best I can
As it all
Slips through my hands
Oh mama
It hurts me so
This current state I’m in
As the light begins to dim
Once and for all
I leave behind
You see the time we have
Isn’t really ours
It’s of the dust
And space and stars
But we fill it up
With gems and stones
And wonder why
We feel alone
We get caught up
With the meaning in
The shiny and the glistening
We grasp at air
And we tear the seams
And miss the forest
For the trees
Oh mama
Heaven knows
I’m trying to understand
Doing the best I can
As it all
Slips through my hands
Oh mama
It hurts me so
This current state I’m in
As the light begins to dim
Once and for all
I leave behind
We chase the light
That blinds our eyes
And dress our fears
In grand disguise
The truth it hides
In winter leaves
A fleeting whisper
Beneath the freeze
The frost creeps in
And sheathes the glass
Frosted visions
Of seasons past
I built these walls
To block the cold
But I still feel the chill
Within my soul
Oh mama
Heaven knows
I’m trying to understand
Doing the best I can
As it all
Slips through my hands
Oh mama
It hurts me so
This current state I’m in
As the light begins to dim
Once and for all
I leave behind
The clock moves slow
But the years they race
And carve their lines
Across your face
The warmth I crave
Slips passed my hold
As my body tires the world grows cold
One last heave
Of mortal coil
I let go of the pain and toil
Beyond the frost
Beyond the veil
I return to cosmic scale
To light the fires
Yet come to pass
I’ll return again at last
To the earth again
In different form
I’ll come back
To keep you warm
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