Frost forming window panes in little grass blades,
Passing by I begin to cry,
It's certainly weak but I don't care,
At this point crying means everything to my life.

So I follow spring instead,
When winter is on my tail,
Like a fox to a rabbit,
I could die,
I could very well die.

Jumping off my freezing metal bike,
I let my eyes get coated in a snowy glaze,
Allowing myself to lay in the frosty earth,
Sipping on melted snow,
Wake me up before December begins.

So I follow spring instead,
When winter is on my tail,
Like a fox to a rabbit,
I could die,
I could very well die.