Riches of the Poor - Winter Lyrics

Turning up the music to drown out the pain
Tossing and turning, I've hurt you again
Let me disappear and hide my head in shame
If there's one thing I'm good at, it's taking the blame

If there's one thing I'm good at

You're pure and considerate and I have to admit
That your best friend was right and I would never commit
'Cause lovely, I'm afraid I just don't have what it takes
And if there's one thing I'm good at, it's making mistakes

If there's one thing I'm good at

Now the sun's coming up but it will go down tonight
And for us there's a tunnel at the end of every light
You're freezing out there and I'm freezing right here
If there's one thing I'm good at, it's crying crocodile tears

If there's one thing I'm good at

And the winter's come at last