Wintering

Lyrics by：Matthew Healy/George Daniel/Jacob Budgen

Composed by：Matthew Healy/George Daniel/Jacob Budgen

Yeah it's just like

It should start it just

It should just come straight in

And just be like

She walks down the stairs feeling herself

Lookin' like she just won a court case

He's got a funny way of using the same

Four chords for every song he makes

He's called Bill and he plays with words

Like a skill yeah he's pretty great

He said his official friend died 'cause of a officiate

Yeah she's called Hannah and she plays the Joanna

Grade eight but she's got no soul

John's obsessed with fat a*s and he's ten years old

Oh Dad's an Otis Redding at a wedding type guy

With the best voice you ever heard

He said "Give me a date I can work on my heart hurts"

I get home on the twenty-third

I'll drive up on the twenty-third

And I bumped into Julie in the co-op

She asked how the family's been

I said "Alex is a sculptor and Olivia's been a vegan since ten

While Vin wears dresses while Debbie coalesces in a fleece that doesn't work"

And I'll be givin' my chair to my mum 'cause her back hurts

I get home on the twenty-third

Yeah I drive up on the twenty-third

Yeah yeah

Now mum's not a fan of that line about her back

She said it makes her sound frumpy and old

I said "Woman you are sixty-four years old"

Now stop the percussion I wanna have a discussion

And it's Christmas so this is gonna be a nightmare

I just came for the stuffin' not to argue about nothin'

Mark my words

I'll be home on the twenty-third

Yeah I drive up on the twenty-third

Yeah I come home on the twenty-third

Yeah