When we were young We wanted to die But the sound of a drum And the words of a child Brought a different light Now no one can tell The winter was nice But the summer is hell The summer is hell ♪ The ground was so hard The nights were so long But we suffered the dark And we wrote all those songs Still, I was a fool I covered my ears No, I would not face the last snowstorm of the year ♪ No, I would not face the last snowstorm of the year ♪ No, I would not face the last snowstorm