I wake again; another golden day.
This morning's sky is dawning rose and gold.
Granite glows and gleams though it's really grey,
And strong east winds keep blowing cruel and cold
Close to myself, I clutch sweet delusion,
That summer sun still shines, although I know,
The fire's fierce heat can create illusion.
The world out there is warm 'though cold winds blow.
I wear my gloves and don a scarlet scarf,
My collar's up against the winter chill
I make believe this weather's just a laugh
Accept that this is just a bitter pill
Keep up this game, and like a grinning fool
I convince myself, that cold winter's 'cool'