When winter falls next year I'll be holding on to anything nailed down As for being patient with fate and all, it's getting old And my mind is slowly
When Winter falls Next year, I'll be holding on To anything nailed down As for being patient, with fate and all, it's getting old. And my mind is slowly
Your broken promise and my memory Are taking all the kindness in my heart. Your winter chill that brought me down, The promise of tomorrow had brought
Översättning: Bayside. Vinter.
