Urban Cone
Winter’s calling
Hello, summertime, oh God, I've missed you
Especially your smile, it's good to see you
Please, hold my hand again, like you used to
Let everybody know that I won't leave you

I promise you this
I'll follow when the winter's calling

We should leave this town, like the birds do
I hate to see you cry, but we have to
Hold my hand right now, like you used to
This is our last time, and I won't leave you

I promise you this
I'll follow when the winter's calling