1918 - 1920

You promised that after winter

You'd come to pick me up

To drive all around Europe

Like the old days, dressed in white

I've noticed by your handwriting

That you've started drinking again

It reminded me of those years

Back then, it was never too late

Springtime breeze, the winter haze

Green-apple pies and stomach aches

We slept together for a thousand days

In a row

The echoes of your letter

Don't get to fill this room

There are words that get me better

There are words that hurt like hell

Springtime breeze, the winter haze

Green-apple pies and stomach aches

We slept together for a thousand days

In a row

In a row

Sometimes seems

That you forgot

Springtime breeze, the winter haze

Green-apple pies and stomach aches

We slept together for a thousand days

In a row