Riding bicycles in the morning sun
Memories from a usual friday evening
The fingers in the throat for the love
Then Hanna came and said "I'll warm you"
She said "Come and sit here with me
Until the snow is gone"
If I think at all I think about you
If I think at all I think about you
If I think at all
Everybody has gone a long time ago
Everyone I knew, they've gone home
While the cloud was getting dark over center
Before one got what the hell had happened
We should ride the way we did before
Away from the town, away from the cop
They're chasing only teen gang anyway
From when the snow disappears
Until it is spring again