I found a room where I could livenThe winter's gloom is bound to give waynI'm trying to be a painter nownI'm trying to rid myself of art somehownnAnd I'm sleeping through the morningsnThrough the silence of the morningsnI'm glad, I'm gladnnYou asked the man to play our songnI didn't know we had a song to playnThe ice has covered the river nownThere's nothing but a broken ploughnThe winter's wrapped itself aroundnThe house, the sky is coming downnnnDo you remember the skating rinknDo you remember how you used to thinknAre you afraid to tell me nownAre you afraid to tell me hownHow you lost your integritynYour supernatural therapynThe weight has finally come aroundnThe idleness has brought you downnnAnd you're sleeping through the morningsnThrough the silence of the morningsnI'm glad, I'm glad