Last Snowstorm of the Year

When we were young

We wanted to die

But the sound of a drum

And the words of a childBrought different light

Now no one can tell

The winter was nice

But the summer is hellThe ground was so hard

The nights were so long

But we suffered the dark

And we wrote all those songsStill I was a fool, I covered my ears

No, I would not face

The last snowstorm of the year

No, I would not face

The last snowstorm of the year