• When winter comes and summer fades

    I'll know then that you have gone away.

    You never could stand the cold

    Abandoning things dark and old.

    By spring you will be back again

    But I'll be gone, my love, my friend.

    For like you cannot stand the frost

    Without this icy wasteland, I'm lost.

    I wish your heart could warm me through

    And breath life into me anew.

    But this is it, it's how we are.

    You are warm, I am cold and hard.