Owen Westerholt - Hum

Bitter sense of the winter
Outside my window
I can recall the Newport cigarettes

As the grass goes from green to brown and then to white
I'm reminded of a sweet little hum
A hum I used to hear when I wasn't so alone
When I wasn't so alone

As the sky goes grey
My soul will melt away
As the ground turns back to white
I wonder why I should or shouldn't
Die

I look out and see the bitter winter
Outside my window
The feeling that I should have smoke those Newport's
How I would kill again
Just to get my hum back
Just to get my hum back

Written by:
Owen Westerholt

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