In the winter of '92, right before these ugly trees grew    I thought I'd never figure you out    This season lasts so long, I close my eyes and you're gone    With subtle moves you silently dissappear    By then I'll get back to my old dirty habits    and useless conversations       For every moment that just passes by    From the cheap seats I'll find you    I'm not sorry for anything       Even when in my dreams, I can hear you softly speaking    never losing that same tone through the years    And as your face gleams, watch as your figures fading    into the thin air