We're high on believing
We've all fallen in love
The dead and the living
'N' whoever's gonna come
No matter your feelings
Or your worries at all
At the end this season
The snow is gonna fall
But she drags me away
Away from December
Back in September
She drags me away
Away from December
We're not keen on living
And yet we ask for more
My lover, my saviour
We're the same kind of alone
She's afraid to close her eyes and listen to her breath
Heavy snow in Colorado is all of her that's left