• When winter comes, when summer fades,

    I'll know then that you have gone away.

    You never could stand the cold,

    Abandoning all 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.