It's warm outside, but I can hear the snow, falling on my window.I had to go away, to somewhere deeper down.I know it's my mistake, to take half out of this town.The June becomes July.This road's on fire.My train's running slow, it rains against my window.I had to get away, to somewhere no one knows.I know it's my mistake, to take half now in this way.The June becomes July.The air is thin, when you're above the clouds.I see them from my window.It's strange to get away now, to somewhere no one knows.I know it's my mistake, but I don't even know now.The June becomes July.The air is thin.Thank you for watching!
