winter falls and out of fuel we hide inside our shell no excuse or advice, it's just the way we feel we will stumble through our days I will read you happy tales I will catch you if you fall no surprise to wrap around my iron safety belt maybe we can try some more, yes, I think we really can we will stumble through our days I will read you happy tales I will catch you if you fall it's all wrong winter falls and out of fuel we hide inside ourselves and never come back out again