歌词
Like a curtain being drawn upon a room
You, disappear from view
Like the grey, edging out the blue
You, disappear from view.
And is it going to be
A long, hard winter?
Like clouds rolling in, of the sea
The way, the way you are to me
Like the leaves, darkening their hue
You, disappear from view.
And is it going to be
A long, hard winter?
You, disappear form view
You, disappear form view