Текст песни Grown Ups - Six More Weeks Of Winter

There's a sound of a rhythm that began and came and went
There's a spirit that's escaping from my basement
As above, so below
First house around the corner
She says, "I wish it were warmer, so I don't have to keep track of my coat"

And if you haven't heard by now, I'm sure you just forgot to try how
And if you haven't heard by now, I'm sure you just forgot to get out

Armed with one flashlight and a bag of wine,
I'll leave this night to find it's own way out,
Out of this desperation,
Out of these walls we're raising that never keep: they just surround

And the more I try, they grow twice as high
I could never talk them down

And if you haven't heard by now, I'm sure you just forgot to try how
And if you haven't heard by now, I'm sure you just forgot to get out

I'm turning lead into gold
Write this down, count me out
I can't perceive
I can't predict the storms I haven't suffered yet

How many stones should I throw into this well
Before I can walk across this well's mouth?

You said it was a noble cause:
I ran into a lion's jaws—
A journey I wish never saw it's start
I stumbled over teeth and tongue
I waved goodbye to everyone
I went to pitch a tent inside it's heart