Fruits of Gloom - The Winter Passing

I watched the moon turn into the sun

I stared for longer than I should have

That peachy colour keeps me from breaking

This time of year makes me think that

I’ve been running away

(Say what you want me to say)

From all of my fears

(Say what you need me to hear)

A pattern of routine changes

Name the place and name the time

Cut the rope from around my ankles

Or echo me in solidarity

Madison, I’m doing fine