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Haringman Collective - Winter Time (Official Lyric Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Haringman Collective
Haringman Collective
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Haringman
Jonathan Haringman
Composer
Tamar Talmon
Tamar Talmon
Songwriter

Lyrics

And what the hell happened to me,
Every time i fall asleep it's like sliding in deep
Every time i close my eyes it's like
Sliding a slide in the snow, swallowing spit
A spitting image of your mama, baby drama
Underneath clean sheets, bitch please it's real now
Feel guilty yet? Feel filthy yet?
Getting the chills from your feet to the crown of your head,
thinking you’re dead, huh?
Just wait a minute.
I can show you things you can never ever believe
A giving tree if you must call it a name
It's just a game between me, myself and I,
Get my suit and tie,
Try to get my funny business on tonight
Try to get my funny business on tonight
Try to get my funny business on tonight
I try
Who is the host of my thoughts?
Who is the ghost up my sleeve?
Who is the host of my thoughts?
Who is the ghost up my sleeve?
Eyes opened wide, I see nothing but
Wonders all around us, wonders all around us,
Who is the host of my thoughts?
Who is the ghost?
And what the hell happened to me,
I turned into a tiger overnight
Thunder clapped and there i was,
Roaming through the jungle,
Top of the food chain, running free knowing eventually
I’ll be hunted by my own greed
Promise you won’t pray for me,
See i was just a predator and it was nature
And also just a dream,
Big mammals all around my peripheral vision,
Pink flowers shut my eye lids
I need just another minute than I’m in it to the max
Can you believe it i can’t believe what I’m seeing right now
Don’t tell me how to travel across,
Don’t tell me howl into the moon I’m sure it’ll last
Don’t tell me how much it costs, don’t tell me how much it costs,
No, no, no.
Who is the host of my thoughts?
Who is the ghost up my sleeve?
Who is the host of my thoughts?
Who is the ghost up my sleeve?
Eyes opened wide, I see nothing but
Wonders all around us, wonders all around us,
Who is the host of my thoughts?
Who is the ghost?
Who is the host of my thoughts?
Who is the ghost up my sleeve?
Who is the host of my thoughts?
Who is the ghost up my sleeve?
Eyes opened wide, I see nothing but
Wonders all around us, wonders all around us,
Who is the host of my thoughts?
Who is the ghost?
Eyes wide open to endless meadows of sunflowers
Eyes wide closed and can't stop gazing
Jump right in, you'll get warm in a split blink of a second
Written by: Jonathan Haringman, Tamar Talmon
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