I'm in the wrong place again on a dark afternoon. The long cold days of winter ain't gonna go away any time soon. Dismal days. Night comes in the afternoon. Dying days. Life decays, adding to the mood of doom.
There'll be a hundred more days like this, living too far from the sun. I long for a moment of bliss when I'm living too far from the sun.
I'm under a cloud of gloom in my own living-room. It's always this time of year that I fear. Dismal days, dying days. Give me days with the healing bright light of spring.
(From the lyrics of my song A Hundred More Days Like This).
Personally, I don't have a problem with winters, but I've had interesting conversations with some of my friends about this topic, so I thought I would write a song about it.
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