Sometimes In winter I gaze into the streets and walk through snow and city sleet behind your room. Sometimes in winter forgotten memories remember you behind the trees with leaves that cry. By the window once i waited for you, laughing slightly you would run, trees alone would chill us in the meadow, making love in the evening sun. Now your gone girl, and the lamp posts call your name, i can hear them in the spring of frozen rain. Now your gone girl, and the times slow down til dawn its a cold room and the walls ask where you've gone Sometimes in winter I love you when the good times seem like memories in the spring that never came. Sometimes in winter, i wish the empty streets would fill with laughter from your tears to ease my pain.