Sometimes in winter I gaze into the streets and walk through snow and city sleet behind your room. Sometimes in winter Forgotten memories remember you behind the trees with leaves that cried.
By the window once I waited for you Laughing slightly, you would run Trees alone would shield us in the meadow makin' love in the evening sun. Now you've gone, girl, and the lampposts call your name, I can hear, girl, in the spring of frozen rain, Now you're gone, girl, and the times slowed down till dawn. It's a cold room and the walls ask where you've gone.Sometimes in winter I love you when the good times seem like mem'ries in the spring that never came. Sometimes in winter I wish the empty streets would fill with laughter from your tears to ease my pain.