You promise, that after winter
You'll come to pick me up
To drive all around Europe
Like children dressed in white
I've noticed by your handwriting
That you've started drinking again
Remind of me of those years
Back then it was never too late
Springtime breeze, the winter haze
Green applepies and stomach akes
We slept together for a thousand days
In a row
The echoes of your letter
Dont get to fill this room
There are words that get me better
There are words that hurt like hell
Springtime breeze, the winter haze
Green apple pies and stomach akes
We slept together for a thousand days
In a row...
In a row...
Sometimes seems
That you forgot...
Springtime breeze, the winter haze
Green apple pies and stomach akes
We slept together for a thousand days
In a row...
In a row...