Low Roar - Everything To Lose

January's winter clouds
The bed laid out pillows abound
Everything to gain means everything to lose
And if I shaved my head, put on a dress
You realised I'm a dirty mess
Would you still love me? Hold your breath now
Count to two

What if you leave me?
What if this ends?
Would my friends they believe me?
Would it even matter then?
And what if the sky falls in a fiery blend?
Tell me how this will end

What if you leave me?
What if this ends?
Would my friends they believe me?
Would it even matter then?

And what if the sky falls in a fiery blend?
Tell me how this will end
Tell me how this will end
What if the sky falls in a fiery blend?
Tell me how this will end