It's starting...



In their caverns all the monkeys,

lived like every day was

first one they had seen

eating, laughing, mating, sleeping

innocent and carefree

life was but a dream



Paradise was theirs, they knew it

neverending summer days

spent playing games

Tales of cold no one believed,

things have always been like this

and there's no change



Winter, someone whispers

Winter, no one listens



It's coming...



Not too bright but maybe happy

they had learned that they know

all there is to know

wish there had been less apathy

when the winds all turned cold

and the winter came



Winter, should have seen it

Winter, could have stopped it



And I'm screaming

as I'm weeping

feel like trying to wake the dead

hopeless prayer

for a hopeless dream

had our chance now it's too late



It's ending...



sun's gone down

it's time for goodbyes

the monkey land has finally died

and we all fade away

with no more than a sigh

to meet the white cold storm outside