Lyrics Winter dies in June - Big sale Saturday

Float on, with your nightmares
And leave no traces on magazines
I know, I’m sure, the dismal science you walk with
I dressed up like a pioneer
But you soundly wrapped up your home and fear
That soon, this tiny border collapses, and the crowd comes flooding you again

It’s the merry end, of all the things so sad
Come colliding when everybody was wrong I was strong stronger then you know
But you will know

Now you double all your clothes just to occupy your time
And you shop your way out of the blues

It’s the merry end, of all the things so sad
Come colliding when everybody was wrong I was strong stronger then you know
But you will know

But somebody will cry taking somebody’s mind
To the nightly sketches of a rotten philosophy
But you you just need to feel safer
Before the crowd comes flooding you again

Now you double all your clothes just to occupy your time
And you shop your way out of the blues
But nightmares will come back on Big Sale Saturday
As you’re queuing next to her
But the crowd is blind and leaves you there choking on
On all the differences that you got

But somebody will cry taking somebody’s mind
To the nightly sketches of a rotten philosophy
But you but you but you