ometimes it seems like winter's end
the weeks they just go on like a friend of mine
and the sadness it has left a trace
i think that you can see that on my face again
and it always makes things better
now my days seem so much quieter
but i know
yeh i know
it'll never be the same again
sometimes i feel my hands are tied
i need someone to come and cut these ropes of mine
and they'll wear a coat of wind and rain
to drive away the fears that i can't face again
and they'll always make things better
now my days seem so much quieter
but i know
yeh i know
it'll never be the same again
i know
yeh i know
it'll never be the same again
sometimes it seems like winter's end
the weeks they just go on like a friend of mine
and the sadness it has left a trace
i think that you can see that on my face again
yeh you can
and it always makes things better