Everyone is warm inside their houses in the snow
The mercury is dropping down, minus 10 below
Outside it's chilling, but inside it's thrilling
With fireplaces burning, and records that keep turning
Gone is the green grass, the trees have turned brown
The sky has been grey, it's now winter's day
The green grass is falling, the trees have turned brown

Forks, they are empty
No squeaks from the sounds
No kids are at play
It's now winter's day
And here we are again
Slipping down each other's eyes
Listening to the silent sound
As the sun shave
Snow packs the ground, perfumed hair that I smell, the essence that I like so well.
You are my winter, the days and the nights. In our hideaway, it's now winter's day.
Our love will grow stronger amid winter's chill.
Inside...
We will play.
It's now winter's day.
And everyone is warm inside.
Their houses in the snow.
The mercury is dropping down.
One minus ten below.
Outside it's chilling.
But inside it's thrilling.
With fireplaces burning.
And records that keep turning.
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