Paroles: The Black Heart Procession. The Waiter #4.

This is you and this is me
no one understands
what is this i've become
as memory fades
you left me years ago
where the sky and the snow turn red
this is you and this is me
no one understands
this is why i've waited
to retrace a certain voice
summer's winter's cure
somewhere through the years
i replaced a certain pain
and summer's winter's cure
yet i remain