Winter I feel stupid now In my house that has no walls With a soul that was the prisoner Of the early songs I know Spring it's getting better now I don't scare myself to death I will follow your footprints to All the places that I've missed Summer here we go again While we feed ourselves some light While we are holding a stranger's hand On a rooftop late at night Autumn you are back somehow I still recognize your face But where are all your children gone Are they trading memories