"Our song, although we didn't write it

It sure feels like it

So I roll down the windows while I'm driving

Heat pumping

A familiar scent

Brings me to you

Now you're flowing through me and

I'm spiraling out

Into nothing

And hearing the sound

Of your footsteps

Vacancy loud

When the cold hits

And the truth is, I'm scared you're forgetting me

Oh I'm finding it hard to sleep well now

My dreams scream so loud

Your name is burned into the back of my brain

Oh I can feel it right now

Trying to let them fall away

All these pieces of you

But you're flowing through me and

I'm spiraling out

Into nothing

And hearing the sound

Of your footsteps

Vacancy loud

When the cold hits

And the truth is

When the cold hits, and the leaves are gone

When the cold hits, and I'm all alone

When the cold hits, and that's our song

When the cold hits

I'm spiraling out

Into nothing

And hearing the sound

Of your footsteps

Vacancy loud

When the cold hits

And the truth is

The truth is

Oh the truth is

Oh the truth is

I'm scared you're forgetting me"