The season is long and I've got the chillsnThe city steps back, replaced by the hillsnThere's snow on my heart and snow on my pillsnThe season is long and this season killsnDon't you ever think that you might love me?nThe season is long and I'm coming homenI captured your ghost in the throat of the phonenThere's snow on my heart and snow on my pillsnThe season is long and this season killsnDon't you ever think that you might love me?