“Can I borrow
Another day?”
Asked Winter
To Spring.
“I'd like to stay”.

And while I play my guitar
I read sadness
In the shadows
Of stars.

And may the wind cold
Be my coat,
My room wall
Be my coast.
I know I've never
Learnt how
To swim
But I’m not afraid
Of death by water.

Only, how can it be
That each year
I find a new fear
Under the tree?
And all my wishes
Disappear
Or just turn into
Some gloomy dreams.

And may the wind cold
Be my coat,
My room wall
Be my coast.
I know I’ve never
Learnt how
To swim
But I’m not afraid
Of death by water.