All that I wanted to say...

I'll never come here again.

All that I wanted to say...

All gone.

Spring time is always in hand,

Almost as if you were there...

Make it a hole under me again.

Hold on.



'cause I couldn't make up

A thing that you say, love,

There's trouble in here... (hold on)

A thing that I fear.



Take all the love out of me

So I'll never see it again.

Lost where are we?

On a plane... ah... yes...



'cause I couldn't make up

A thing that you say, love,

There's trouble in here... (hold on)

A thing that I feel... yeah...



'cause I couldn't make up

A thing that you say, love,

There's trouble in here.

A thing that I share...

There's trouble in here.

A thing that I feel...



(yeah...)



the snow falls and you can actually hear the snow hitting the ground

I can see... obviously...