Your Summer Is My Winter Valentine

When I can't move forward

I go back tracing my steps

To where I lost my mind

To where I left my glasses

 

My soul is still waiting for me

At the corner in the blazing heat

It must be summer somewhere

And I haven't even left the house 

 

When Valentine

When the man with no hands

Played the first notes of winter

It was a blizzard of joy 

That followed locked

Away in some cabin

Even Vivaldi applauded

Rushing toward the stage

Let the snow bury us

His flute repeats

Let the lightning do battle

With the livid rainbow 

Nothing can stifle this joy

That carries us away

So far so deep the snow

We fly over

In a few beats