Cold under branches
That swing in the air
Having visions and dreams
Seeing things that aren't there.
When you turn and you face me
With pink in your cheeks
And you tell me a story
I'm sure to believe
I don't think about feelings
Just snow in the trees
I don't think about you
See, my mind is on me
So I turn back away from you
Into the breeze
I'm not sure you exist so I leave you to freeze
And you sit under branches
That break from the trees
And they fall and they crush all your wishes and dreams.
