A storm is coming down; ground is shaking in this old town
Built a fire to warm the sound, of your winter tears that are coming down

I heard a mocking bird say darling don’t repeat the things you’ve heard
Say nothing in this life lasts forever, not even our bad weather

But winter’s coming in, and your warmth is wearing thin
There’s a hurt to this town, when the cold comes around
So put your heart in, hibernation, and live in isolation

Till we wake up in the spring, till we make up and forget winter’s sting

Strung out on the kitchen floor, the fire won’t heat his body no more
He’s like an itch that I’ve been aching to scratch; he’s like an Indian summer,
I know it won’t last.

Cause winter’s coming in, and your warmth is wearing thin
There’s a hurt to this town, when the cold comes around
So put your heart in, hibernation, and live in isolation

Till we wake up in the spring, till we make up and forget
Till we wake up in the spring, till make up and forget winter’s sting
Till we wake up in the spring, till we make up and forget
Till we wake up in the spring, till we make up and forget winter’s sting