In the coldest winter
In the dying sun
We return again
Like the days before me
Like a hidden door
We return
Where be there
This heat is blowing home
The hardship
Of everyone around me
We're so tired
We're so tired of running there
It was gonna be
The best years of our lives
The best years of our lives
In the coldest winter
In the dying sun
We return again
Where be there
This heat is blowing home
The hardship
Of everyone around me
We're so tired
We're so tired of running there
It was gonna be
The best years of our lives
The best years of our live
