You wonder why no one shows up
At times again
You wonder why no one knows
Your birthday was yesterday
Autumn leaves turn red
And your eyes turn too
Winter comes, dear friend
It came too soon
Flame burns
You can't feel the light
You hate the thought
You miss the guy
Who cut through the night
Something's in the air
And it speaks to you
Wine tastes sweeter when
You're halfway through
Flame burns
You can't feel the light
You hate the thought
You miss the guy
Who cut through the night
Flame burns
You can't feel the light
You hate the thought
You miss the guy
Who cut through the night