[Acoustic Guitar - Paul R]


Her cold lips pressed against mine

As we stood and felt warmth from the burning embers

Those lips that sent into me the joy of a long walk

Through the cold forest in Winter's favourite days

...And those nights, those legendary nights.


I have always been willing to bleed for you.

Every night that we shared those deepest feelings,

Shared dark secrets... I always have.


Here again I feel that my painful thoughts are wandering

Into starlit, dream-like visions.

I can recall the pain of deep thought

Pondering life and destiny

Sometimes obsessed with the death of close friends.


(In Winter's favourite days)

Cherished and loved,

Still remembered

Are the ashes of smouldering embers.


My soul, my heart, my eyes are ablaze

In Winter's favourite days.