The season is long and i've got the chills The city steps back, replaced by the hills There's snow on my heart and snow on my pills The season is long
I lost you long ago along the way I never thought I'd be here without you And every time I think about the way I think maybe I'm better off Maybe I'm
zum Schrei Was wohl dahinter sei Hinter dieser Tur Steht ein Klavier Die Tasten sind staubig Die Saiten aind verstimmt Hinter dieser Tur Sitzt sie am Klavier
piano The keys are all dusty The strings are all untuned Back behind that door At the piano But she plays no more It is so long ago On the piano
