If cold's still your friend, then we play Winter again,

The season's change, and the wind- 

the memories flood back in,

Well then,

"You know what's best?", Tell me they're not like the rest,

They won't go back on their word, Leave bitter scars, 

see how Winter hurts?

I forgot my favorite sound,

It's the jingle of the sleigh bells,

Pawprints on the ground,

Or the snow that's falling down,

Sure the memories exist,

Vivid images of Alone,

Winter has a soul,

Now I see it's not so cold.

I forgot my favorite sound,

It's the Sound of certain Winters,

There's no need to rest,

When there's no reason to run,

Sure the memories exist,

Vivid images of Alone,

Winter has a soul,

And I'm not afraid to start over.