Friday Afternoon II

I´m digging through the mud and moss

Looking for a time when our grass was green

I´m digging through the depths of memory 

Looking for the first signs of spring 

I never knew winter could last so long 

That´s our crimson lonely song 

And all the love that once existed 

Buried beyond the roots could grow 

What we used to be 

Everything that we could be 

Gone in to the moss 

Blown away by the snow 

Long and forgoten with the feeling we show