You promised that after winter
You’ll 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 started drinking again
Reminded me of those years
Back then it was never too late
The spring time 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
The spring time breeze
The winter haze
Green apple pies and stomach aches
We slept together
for a thousand days
In a row
Sometimes seems that you forgot
The spring time breeze
The winter haze
Green apple pies and stomach aches
We slept together
for a thousand days In a row