歌词
Your February cemetery never seemed so small
Ignorance is what you need, the truth makes you crawl
Love comes from the center, between the blurred lines
Loves dies in the winter, and your heart declines
Seasons they change, they change for you
The love you have what will you do
Seasons don't change, don't change for me
Pain was always free
Marching forward warmth comes toward, gracing your mind
Waiting for the right exposure, there never is time
Hate comes from the center, between the thin lines
Hate breeds in the winter, and your soul declines
Seasons they change, they change for you
The love you have what will you do
Seasons don't change, don't change for me
Pain was always free
What will you do
What will you choose
What will you lose
Your February cemetery never seemed so small
This body of clay comes to be
There's more to it all