River and street, and the spires and the sky, All the harshness is softened as the winter ties Concrete to glass, and the morning to night, Beneath snowfall and silence the city reclines
The wind bites strong and holds back the Spring, And we lie low in the comfort of music or drinks, And these days I look for shelter and cover In the corners and the depths of cities and lovers
And the evening retreats, and curls out of sight, Hands pull the shades to shut out the night
And we wait until Spring, (Wait for a Spring that never comes) And we wait and we wait until Spring, (Wait for a Spring that never comes) Until the days stretch long and sunlight unfolds, We sleep and we drink, To hide from the cold.
The city burns white and hurts your eyes, And teases you into thinking Spring has arrived. Our mood and madness depend on the sun, As we wait for a Spring that just never comes.
With cold, heavy breath we curse and conspire, Around entrances of artificial heat and light.
And we wait until Spring, (Wait for a Spring that never comes) And we wait and we wait until Spring, (Wait for a Spring that never comes) Until the days stretch long and sunlight unfolds, We sleep and we drink, To hide from the cold.
The wind bites strong and holds back the Spring, And we lie low in the comfort of music or drinks, Our mood and madness depend on the sun, As we wait and we wait for a Spring that never comes