dim and pale, a face conceiled a voice bereaved of passion ever present, ever shaping the solitude within winter is at my door again I recall a distant past, the girl who stands before me heart remembered, mind suppressed the memory she brings winter is in my home again futile now, this final effort for summer didn't manage to bring salvation or distraction from her suffering winter is in my soul again now I walk in search of nothing the path she lays before me and so I lose, I lose again but to her heart I cling winter be my love again