Winter Grass

There is a thorn beneath my skin
 Let the paying part begin
 To remove what you put in
 There is a thorn beneath my skin.
 I hurt you so you hurt me
 Little children and vanity
 But all that hurt don't come for free
 I hurt you so you hurt me.
 First come, first serve
 First the need and then the nerve
 From now, now on
 The last time is gone
 The last time is gone.
 Winter grass and summer snow
 Some talk lasts and some talk don't
 Some friends fade and some friends show
 Winter grass and summer snow.
 The window shrinks but not the pane
 The pictures inside remain.
 There is a warmth upon my skin
 Let the healing part begin
 To ignite what lies within
 There is a warmth beneath my skin.