Your winter heart pretendsnThat all of this won't endnAnd your lips will stingnAnd burn, then sing when we kissnnWhere streets are paved in goldnA million miles from homenAnd the flags are raisednAs if to say 'begin'nnWell, the hunters are engagednAnd the victims have been cagednAnd they kneel and praynAnd steal the day from younnSo now I'm crawlingnCrawlingnCrawling back to younnWhispernWhisper that you need mennCome on, lovenDon't let gonI see the startnAnd I can't say nonLover, let gonYou're under my skinnI'm at the doornWould you let me leave, let me innThen whispernThat you need mennYour winter heart pretendsnThat all of this will never endnAnd your lips will stingnAnd burn, then sing when we kiss