In the winter of our discontent
All your pretty flowers are dead
Don't be sad because it's true
Nothing in this life is pure

Nothing is pure
(Maybe we were wrong from the start)

Sneaking in your dreams like a thief
Wishing and hoping are the same shit
Don't be sad because it's true
Nothing in this life is pure

Nothing is pure
(Maybe we were wrong from the start)

Maybe we were right from the start
Right from the start
Nothing is pure