Words we had said
Grew in my head
Colored my thought
Send me to bed

Lost memories
Grew into trees
Cover the doors
Swallow the cure

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 wind?
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