Winter fled, slamming the door nervously,
And the soul breaking cheat spring.
We can only lament the loss
And lie to myself that this summer forever.
In the holiest souls so long draft and wind,
As in this kitchen this fissure in the glass.
I do not expect anything, do not feel, do not believe
Just imagine, just for you.
I hate you-see
But to me you are coming closer and closer.
You hate me, but, but, but,
But to me, you're getting closer all the same.
I hate you-see
But to me you are coming closer and closer.
You hate me, but, but, but,
But to me, you're getting closer all the same.
When winter comes, and freeze the puddle,
And sidewalks will change heels
Someone else I just will not be needed,
Perhaps I, maybe you.
I hate you-see
But to me you are coming closer and closer.
You hate me, but, but, but,
But to me, you're getting closer all the same.
I hate you-see
But to me you are coming closer and closer.
You hate me, but, but, but,
But to me, you're getting closer all the same.
I hate you-see
But to me you are coming closer and closer.
You hate me, but, but, but,
But to me, you're getting closer all the same.
You hate me, but, but, but,
But to me, you're getting closer all the same.
And still, and still,
And still, and still,
And still, and still,
And still, and still.