when i wrote this songni thought it would benthe happiest song of my lifenand i soon after realizednit won't be warm enoughnfor that just yetnnthe beatles wasnthe sweetest soundnthat i'd ever heardnin my lifenand they won't be touring in my mindnthis season, i'll be left out in the coldnnand you make it go awaynmake it disappearnlike it was never herenand you bring warmth to my headnwhen i am freezing coldnwhen i'd be better off deadnni feel it coming to and end, this cold i feelnand you make it go away so much fasternthan it would have before you came alongnnbefore you came along