I'm afraid of summer because I can't take the heat
It goes on forever collecting in the street
If I could write a love song I'd sing it in the cold
In the days of winter as pure as fallen snow
I wish that I met you when I was seventeen
I would know all the answers to your mysteries
I could tell the stories about us in the past
And how the days of winter didn't last
The trees bend in the night
And the world goes crawling
And in the last days of winter