Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there. Chill will wake you, high and dry You'll wonder why
We met in the summer and walked 'til the fall And breathless we talked, it was tongues. Despite what they'll say, it wasn't youth, we hit the truth
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there. Chill will wake you, high and dry You'll wonder why. Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there. Chance is buried just below the blinding snow.