Sunday mass is such a mess, the parking lots packed with spirits who want to get from just point A to B,
And heaven sounds so convenient through restless nights awake in bed,
It's hard to believe there's a place for peace

Will I feel this way forever?
This haunting suicidal presence,
O, I have never once believed in sin,
Will I feel this way forever?
Praying to the winter weather,
O, Mother Mary, speak it to the wind

And the afterlife, O maybe it's a cabin in the woods,
On a freezing night, all curled up by the burning firewood,
I am not a man of faith, so I need something to replace,
The comfort that can come to holding on to holy psalms

Will I feel this way forever?
This haunting suicidal presence,
O, I have never once believed in sin,
Will I feel this way forever?
Praying to the winter weather,
O, Mother Mary, speak it to the wind

I know in the coldest nights,
Everything will freeze to ice,
I know in the coldest nights,
Everything will be alright,
Will be alright, will be alright

Everything will be alright, everything will be alright

Will I feel this way forever?
This haunting suicidal presence,
O, I have never once believed in sin,
Will I feel this way forever?
Praying to the winter weather,
O, Mother Mary, speak it to the wind
O, cover me in snow, and bones, and skin,
O, wrap me up in blankets 'til the Spring,
So I can curse the sunshine once again