1918-1920

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 apple pies and stomach aches
We slept together for a thousand days
In a row

The echoes of your letter
Don't 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 aches
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 aches
We slept together for a thousand days
In a row
In a row