Pu-Erh
Is a screw loose? I've been feeling so differently now, a bit like a foreigner
Is this my home or just a place where I dwell? A modern wayfarer
I'm feeling ready to move, but it's just the winter
The snow on the streets has turned into ice and now I'm slipping everywhere
The walls of this room are turning much barer and how I want them much brighter
I'm feeling ready to move, but it's just the winter
When on the move, the world feels much opener
Horizon abloom, a magnificent oyster
Not hard to prove, that when it closes I'm my own cause
It's just the winter