Wintering
Laura Gibson Lyrics


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In the coming days
I may take to flight
Circling the trees
Like a bird bound south
Always fall back down
On my lazy wings
To the frozen ground
To my apathy

Just as sure as the days go short
Somehow we're always waiting

In the coming days
Don't you be surprised
If i hibernate
If i hide my eyes
If you find me down
Some dark hideaway
We could wait around
Could watch the shadows change

And just as sure as the days grow short
Somehow we're always waiting

So i may call you up
And i may be inclined
To get drunk on words
To be short on time





And just as sure as the days grow short
Somehow we're always waiting

Overall Meaning

Laura Gibson's "Wintering" is a song that captures the feeling of being stuck in a cold and dark winter. The lyrics of the song suggest a sense of melancholy and lack of motivation to do much, as if the dreary weather has taken its toll on the singer. To escape the harshness of reality, the singer contemplates taking flight and circling the trees with the birds heading south. However, she always falls back down to the ground and her apathy. The recurring theme in the song is the inevitability of waiting as the days grow shorter and darker.


The singer hints at the possibility of hibernating and hiding away from the world. She expresses a desire to watch the shadows change and wait around, avoiding any active pursuit of anything else. This further highlights the feeling of being stuck in a rut and waiting for a change that may never come.


The final verse suggests the singer's inclination to seek solace in words and needing to rely on the support of others. She anticipates that she may be short on time, hinting at an urgency in her desire to connect with others.


Overall, "Wintering" is a poignant reflection of the weariness that comes with the cold winter months. It captures the feeling of waiting for a change, but also the recognition that it may not come easy.


Line by Line Meaning

In the coming days
In the near future


I may take to flight
I may leave suddenly


Circling the trees
Flying around the trees


Like a bird bound south
Like a bird flying down to the south


Always fall back down
Always go back down


On my lazy wings
Using my slow wings


To the frozen ground
To the icy ground


To my apathy
To my lack of interest or enthusiasm


Just as sure as the days go short
As certain as the days becoming shorter


Somehow we're always waiting
Somehow we are always anticipating


Don't you be surprised
Do not be shocked


If i hibernate
If I become inactive or withdrawn


If i hide my eyes
If I avoid contact


If you find me down
If you come across me


Some dark hideaway
An obscure and private place


We could wait around
We could linger in the area


Could watch the shadows change
Could observe the shadows transforming


So I may call you up
Therefore, I might phone you


And I may be inclined
And I might feel inclined


To get drunk on words
To become intoxicated by conversation


To be short on time
To have limited time




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