winter falls and out of fuel we hide inside our shell

no excuse or advice, it's just the way we feel

we will stumble through our days

I will read you happy tales

I will catch you if you fall

no surprise to wrap around my iron safety belt

maybe we can try some more, yes, I think we really can

we will stumble through our days

I will read you happy tales

I will catch you if you fall

it's all wrong

winter falls and out of fuel we hide inside ourselves

and never come back out again