it's wintertime the snow's falling as i rhyme a fire's in the fire place this home has an empty space
that's where you used to be with me, my love the fires used to burn so bright and slow
the night's so old i wake up alone, so cold my love is gone for just one week the pain so much i can't speak
when are you coming back to me, my love? the fires used to burn so bright and slow well, don't just be a memory, my love don't be leaving me tonight alone
it's been seven days my brain's such a hazy maze it's like before we had these rings i don't like to think such things but now you're coming home tonight your work's over now, you're mine and i will never let you go come on home...