Frozen Roads - Brett Anderson

And the snow in February falls, painting winter hollow

And the fields they are an empty sigh, and the hills are like sorrow

And the hills are like sorrow

And your sun will rise again, and your moon will fall

And your sun will rise again, and your moon will fall

And your moon will fall

And I found the answer sitting there, worth more than money

In the tangle of your angel hair, in your lips like honey

And we were born muddled, but it was meant to be

And we were born muddled, but it was meant to be

It was meant to be

And your sun will rise again, and your moon will fall

And our sun will rise again, and our moon will fall

And our moon will fall

And the snow in February falls, painting winter colours

And the landscape is an empty sigh, and the hills are like sorrow

Through the endless rage, on the frozen roads

On the frozen roads