When the summer is fast 
The [bad word] will be slow 
That's when I fell in love 
With my winter rose 
And it felt just like 
An angel that came 
Like a magic light 
Like a little flame 
Signs will fall to us 
When the point brakes through 
There's no kindest words 
Than the blistering [bad word] 
People call for love 
When it's almost too much 
It's the faceless shame 
That you cannot touch 
If you say you love me 
Then I ever owe you 
When you are full of bee 
Then I have my eye on you 
When the loving is fast 
Then the [bad word] will be slow 
That's how I fell in love 
With my winter rose 
And I will paint the face 
To the clear back at me 
I'll be lying lies 
Only I can see 
If you say you love me 
Then I ever own you 
When you are full of bee 
Then I have my eye on you