In the winter of '92, right before these ugly trees grew
I thought I'd never figure you out
This season lasts so long, I close my eyes and you're gone
With subtle moves you silently dissappear
By then I'll get back to my old dirty habits
and useless conversations

For every moment that just passes by
From the cheap seats I'll find you
I'm not sorry for anything

Even when in my dreams, I can hear you softly speaking
never losing that same tone through the years
And as your face gleams, watch as your figures fading
into the thin air