Из альбома: Iter Facere
Winter time is near
and they'll all soon be falling down
The frozen atmosphere
I can sense it and smell it
She won't know about us
When she blankets the town
A small voice telling us
to go out
Winter ends the years
Golden declarations
I listen to The Fear
as I am driving to meet you
She don't know about us
When she blankets the town
A small voice tells us
to go out
Winter time is here