In a city of grey,
a group of faceless people live far far away.
I've heard they take more than they give.
The freezing rain
is all that taps on their lonely window panes.
Violins play such a sad song for them.

Oh, the winter will come,
and bury everyone.
It will turn green to grey.
And though I beg for you to stay.
Protect them from feeling lonely.
And oh, summer girl,
You're bright in a grey world,
Like a summer sun.
Do come, don't burn anyone.
Protect them from feeling lonely.

Good night, moon.
Said she must go from my window.
I thought she would return soon.

Oh, the winter will come,
and bury everyone.
It will turn green to grey.
And though I beg for you to stay.
Protect them from feeling lonely.
And oh, summer girl,
You're bright in a grey world,
Like a summer sun.
Do come, don't burn anyone.
Protect them from feeling lonely.

Old man winter, he's coming.
I'm so cold.. [x2]

Oh, summer girl,
You're bright in a grey world,
Like a summer sun.
Do come, don't burn anyone.
Protect them from feeling lonely.