Birds In Row - Winter, Yet

Over exposed to a thousand winds twirling around us
They don't want to know who we are
Gone, summer skins
Blown, autumn leaves
To shattered lips on bodies made of fog
I see no spring for us
We open doors to ghosts populating our house, Winds singing your individual worth is indexed on your class
Deep gone in the coldest season, no snowdrops in sight
Her cigarette is hiding a pair of wet eyes
But Ma', they don't pay you enough
For the salt they harvest in your eyes and the nails in your bed, they don't pay you enough
You'll finally dance, under a gentle pale moon light I swear, insisting rains can never last
I wonder when green will find its way thru gloomy veils at last, I can't believe it's winter yet
May the heads roll to calm the winds, so burgeons colonize the trees
You're everything I want to fight for
It's winter yet
On all playgrounds, just thieves
For all victories, just dreams of eves
A coat of snow on remains of fall and down we fall, faster
We're crumbling down and they're asking for more. Always asking for more exhausting winds twirling around us
And simple demands still collect the dust
Six generations to flee from poverty, at least. Generations of workers tailored for billionaires' glee
Palaces of stone eventually crumble to dust and ours are made of bits, they're made of trust
I can't believe it's winter yet
And down they fall