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Oh my God, a winter for a year
Oh my God, a winter for a year
And I cleaned out the back of my wardrobe for a year
Jackets never turn into branches
Not while you're not here
Oh my God, a winter for a year
Oh my God, a winter for a year
I kept my life so cold
Every breath just fogs up all the mirrors
The tears are frozen long
Long before I ever thought of crying
So ends my year-long romance
With radio towers and machines
Wasted all my prayers
That I can't remember my dreams
But I don't mind
Oh my God, a winter for a year
Oh my God, a winter for a year
And I cleaned out the back of my wardrobe for a year
Jackets never turn into branches
Not while you're not here
So ends my year-long romance
With radio towers and machines
Wasted all my prayers
That I can't remember my dreams
But I don't mind
No, I don't
No, I don't care anymore
Oh my God, a winter for a year
And I cleaned out the back of my wardrobe for a year
Jackets never turn into branches
Not while you're not here
Oh my God, a winter for a year
Oh my God, a winter for a year
I kept my life so cold
Every breath just fogs up all the mirrors
The tears are frozen long
Long before I ever thought of crying
So ends my year-long romance
With radio towers and machines
Wasted all my prayers
That I can't remember my dreams
But I don't mind
Oh my God, a winter for a year
Oh my God, a winter for a year
And I cleaned out the back of my wardrobe for a year
Jackets never turn into branches
Not while you're not here
So ends my year-long romance
With radio towers and machines
Wasted all my prayers
That I can't remember my dreams
But I don't mind
No, I don't
No, I don't care anymore
Lyrics submitted by Rcntly2stepping, edited by Mellow_Harsher
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"Oh my god a winter for a year
Oh my god a winter for a year
And I cleaned out the back of my wardrobe for a year
Jackets never turn into branches
Not while you're not here"
He's stuck in the neverending winter until his love returns, it's impossible to visit their magic place while she's gone.
I love it. I love the twangy picking sound at the beginning.
I love the reference to a seemingly never-ending winter.
Yet another emotional connection that is overcome by static and interference and cold.
"So ends my year-long romance with radio towers and machines" which might be talking about how hard it can be to stay in touch with people you love.
Kinda depressing, but the song is still great, and all great art comes from honesty and pain.