When the lonely winter comes,
I'll find my breath again.
Memories of my summer youth,
the days that never end.
When the coldness starts to burn,
so does all my past regrets,
my breath lingers in the air,
like a stolen cigarette.
If heaven above and hell below don't exist,
then this life is all we know.
And if our love is all we have, all there is,
I won't ever let you go.
Now this worn and fraying heart
has long forgotten home
and for why and when I part
is all but set in stone
For even when I leave
my bones will carry on
buried in this ancient land
where my soul belongs
If heaven above and hell below don't exist,
then this life is all we know.
And if our love is all we have, all there is,
I won't ever let you go.
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