Dead of Winter Words and Music by Brian Griffin (1-20-95) Looking for a sign of life in the dead of winter The sky is battleship grey It’s been that way for days In my bed I lay Trapped by the dead of winter I can’t draw I can’t write I complain that I never get the time But when I do I just sit numb- In the dead of winter Things will get better I hang my hopes on that The sun will break through the dome of clouds It’s a matter of fact The time will come, the ice will melt Life will spring from the frozen grouund But til  then- I ‘m mopin’-Barely coping Though the dead of winter