When I come home in the evening
I cry at the silence waiting for me
And you bring me a warm cup of coffee
Instead of the love you know that I need
Wait... wait...
Sometimes in Winter love can go astray
Lonely, don't you get lonely
Don't you get lonely for me
You cradled my head as you held me
I swore I could feel the earth turning around
But love seemed to go with the seasons
Now touching you feels like rain coming down
Little girl, she stands alone
This is such a different dream
Now we're on the road to hell
Who will see...?
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