Winter Song

I remember our winter song

Slipping on a frozen lake

There Ill miss you when youre gone

Oh, this winter song

Another cup of Brunel wineDreams that once seemed so sweet

Are silent empty streets

Streets of tears stained walks go by

And Ill miss you when youre near

Youre thoughts are just like the starsSaturdays, hope is raised

By endless stories of desire

And I remember our winter song

Another cup of Brunel wineSaturdays, hope is raised

By endless stories of desire

And I remember our winter song

Another cup of Brunel wine