Lyrics

Fallen snow muffles the city sounds Queasily we too, we become voiceless And I hate it when the winds blow older Almost as much as I hate being alone Hyacinths can start to grow in the dark Me, I need the sunlight And I hate it when the winds blow older Almost as much as I hate being alone Hurried love is like an avalanche Ruins everything it touches And I hate a love that's horrid Almost as much as I hate being alone