Perry and The Poor Boys - Winter текст песни

This is winter
The snow falls
The wind blows
Cold in my face

I held you in my arms
And wouldn't let you look down
Stayed with you, you told me about how
You loved your wife
So beautiful so clean
Your music played sweetly
We both listened 'till you fell asleep

This is winter
The snow falls
The wind blows
Cold in my face

And you whom I admire
Is silent I see you trying
But you're stuck inside
This body won't let you go
But one day I know we'll walk,
We'll walk and talk together
I had this dream
Across the room my pillow flies
A child has died

This is winter
The snow falls
The wind blows
Cold in my face

...Winter becomes spring, then summer

(Romans, 8:37-39)