Wintertime Songtext
von Chris Stamey

Our hopes are falling down
Like the newest snow on the hardest ground
Our dreams are mixed up
Like the brightest leaves on the barest trees

And it′s wintertime
And the days grow short


Once we would ride the waves
Across the beach into the shade
How far did we believe
That only sky would end that sea?

And it's wintertime
And the days grow short

The ashtray hits the floor
You wonder what the fire was for
I hold you from the cold
You tell me a story you already told


And it′s wintertime
And the days grow short
Now it's wintertime
And the days grow short