And the snow in [bad word] falls, painting Winter hollow
And the fields they are an empty site, and the hills are like sorrow
And the hills are like sorrow

And your sun will rise again, and your moon will fall
And your sun will rise again, and your moon will fall
And your moon will fall

And I found the answer sitting there, with more than money
In the tangle of your angel hair, in your lips honey

And we were born muddled, but it was meant to be
And we were born muddled, but it was meant to be
It was meant to be

And your sun will rise again, and your moon will fall
And our sun will rise again, and our moon will fall
And our moon will fall

And the snow in [bad word] falls, painting Winter colours
And the fields they are an empty site, and the hills are like sorrow

Through the endless rage, on the frozen roads
On the frozen roads