I grew up in this cold square
Hid my cigarettes among these walls
When their cost was half as much

Carved in bricks a hundred women's names
Memory keeps just few of them
The ones I kissed
Perhaps not even that

'Cause none of them ever asked where I was headed
Digging for happiness
Oh, never mind.

And I grew up on a cold peak
Notched my secrets into the stone

Carved in ice a hundred naive snowmen
Memory sees them melt away
Frightened to death
By nonexistence and neglect

And none of them will ever wonder if I was happy
Or if I'll ever be
Oh, never mind.