As the wind blows,
and the trees sway,
night slowly turns to day.
I notice my heart,
fails to start.
It must've frozen without you,
to keep it warm.
But a heart of ice,
isn't nice,
come back to me, fill my heart with love.
Melt the ice and take me higher above,
my grave of dispare I dwell in.
Though the chances are thin,
I think we could win.
So come back to me,
fill my soul with meaning.
Come back to me... love me again,
please give love another chance to win.