In a field of green, was it summer, was it spring?
our hearts were open wide, we could almost walk inside.
but then love was professed, now it’s a sticky ugly mess.
welcome to the winter of our love.
where did you go?
you’re not what i want, old loves hang around my heart.
guess i’ll take what i need, just let you take the lead.
you’re no longer being real, i’m no longer free to feel
welcome to the winter of the heart
where did you go?
i can’t really see you anymore,
you could say that we are over
but who do you tell it to on a chilly afternoon
pour more salt into these wounds
try to widen the false space
between your face and my face
and your heart and my heart.