• Winter's calling on my home

I thought love was something
we could let it be free
and still keep being yours

I thought love had a name
that no one ever loved but me
cause I were of one

But I am free now, alone
I'm cold, I lie myself
I hide from them all

The pieces, broken, they are frozen
by the wind of time, by the lights of night
by some faces I can clearly rewind
by some false delusions, by broken illusions
by some tastes, great and nice ones

I were from no one but you, all-in-all
hide the feelings for so long, to realise
I went cold, I lost the only thing in me that's left
what I'd die for, live for, lie for... something
I used to call love... to share, to live, and to give