Words we have said
Grew in my head
Colored my thoughts
Sang me to bed

Lost memories
Grew into trees
Covered the doors
Swallowed the keys

Winters [bad word] and gone
You know
Winters [bad word] and gone
You know
But I'll meet you young and free
For a dance 'round the memory tree

Said I forgot
But I did not
Dreams we have had
Play in my head

Did we believe
The cry of the leaves?
Did we regret?
Would we forget?

Winters [bad word] and gone
You know
Winters [bad word] and gone
You know
But I'll meet you young and free
For a dance 'round the memory tree