As I set sail for parts unknown
There was weather everywhere
And a pretender on the throne
As I looked back, I lost track and could not find
One silver tongued pleaser who could rise to the times
I meant to find out who I’d be
If you hadn’t put the words on me
I'm going where I need to go
I had to grow up and throw away
Your maps and geography
When I come back, if I come back
I swear that I’ll be simpler
When I come back, if I come back
I’ll have a mind of winter
I’ll have a mind of winter
No land in sight and lost at sea
There was blame in the fog
And fingers pointing back at me
I fell to my knees among the birds and the dying bees
And tried to find my tongue to trace the maiden name of God
I draped myself in nature’s wounds
To see if I could hear the tune
I don’t know what I need to know
Just gotta grow up and throw away
Your deadly philosophy
When I come back, if I come back
I swear that I’ll be simpler
When I come back, if I come back
I’ll have a mind of winter
I’ll have a mind of winter
I’ll have a mind of winter
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