It's been a cold winter
But you've been here to warm my skin and bones
Your scarves and your sweaters wrap around my cheeks when I hold you close
There's summer in your eyes
And there's spring in your voice, angel
I remember seeing Copeland
Replacing all the words with your name
I remember seeing Owen
And driving back in the dark, cold rain at 3 AM
(But do you?)
There's summer in your eyes
And there's spring in your voice, angel
There was summer in your eyes
And spring in your voice, angel
There was fall in your sighs
And nothing else more beautiful than you
But how's winter going to be this year without you here to warm me?